Adventure Time Remember You Novels & Stories

After hours of running film with Matt I glance at the clock to see that it’s already close to 10 p.m. “Shit!” I rub my eyes and stand to gather my things. “Everything good man?”Mac asks without lifting his head from the screen in front of him. “Yeah man I just lost track of time. I’m supposed to be at Addysons house right now.” I see his head jerk up and a crease hit his brow. “Addyson? Who is Addyson? Island girl?” He asks curiously.

My heart is pounding as if it might break. — I didn’t forget you, Lyra. I looked for you. In the morning, I woke up… and I wanted to see you again. I didn’t remember your name, but I remembered your smile. And I eventually found your address. I was on my way to see you. I swallow hard. — It was on my way to your place that I had the accident, and a head trauma, a concussion. I lost all memory of that night. Everything that concerned you…

I could hear shuffling in the background. "I don't think the plan is going to work. Silas isn't going to remember me. I think it's only possible to remember someone if you love them a lot. Bill remembers my mom, and Carter... he remembers Emily." Deric was quiet for a long time. I almost thought he had cut the call on me before his voice sounded again. "I'm on my way," he said.

He won't harm me, and as far as the tea goes, it helps me restore my memories. That tea doesn't help you remember. The tea makes you forget your memories. Think about it. You have been drinking that tea for three months now. You only drink the tea when you tell Endymion you think your about to remember something. The tea is mixed with Endymion's blood, so you feel like your drawn to him when you’re not. You have not had tea in a week now. Your true memories are starting to push through. Our mates. You are remembering our mates.

She looked like someone who didn’t know yet what was coming. She looked exactly like me. My hands were shaking so hard the photograph blurred. “That was three years ago,” Damien said softly. “Two months before everything fell apart.” I picked it up with both hands. Looked at my own face looking back at me from a life I couldn’t remember. And somewhere deep and below thought, something that had been sleeping for two and a half years shifted. Not waking. Not yet. But turning over. Like it heard something it recognized.

George's POV *Time skips* It's half past nine and I'm sitting on an Accent Chair inside our room near a king-sized bed on which Shrey is sleeping, I was sipping my cup of black coffee and remembering the event that happened in the car. It pierces my heart whenever I have to lock Shrey in our room, I didn't want to inject her but there was no other choice, I know she will go ballistic on me when she realizes I didn't do as I promised her *deep sigh*

He’d forget where he put his pouch of petals. He’d forget the name of the tree where he first heard Mina’s story. He’d forget the sound of his mother’s laugh when she told him about Suri. “Is this normal?” he asked the elder. The elder was 118 now. Her moon looked like marble. The elder touched Em’s gray spot with a trembling hand. “Yes, baby. Memory has weight. The sky carries most of it. But the Rememberer carries the rest. That’s the deal we made 2000 years ago.”

Then I say it slowly and with much thought, “Yes, I do. I don’t think I will ever get over you. But, under the conditions you wanted me to live, I cannot. I refuse to share you with anyone, and I certainly don’t wish to have anyone else. That is a fact. So, if you feel that I am not good enough, and you need to have more than one, I am not your woman.” “Kaitlyn.” He says and then his voice trails off. He looks at me again with those eyes filled with hurt and I realize finally that I must leave before he wins. Opening the door, I get out and walk quickly to the office. As I enter the building, Mr. Sandhill stares at me and then approaches. Crap! I am late and he has no idea why. Now,

"Captain Ashby lost her memory. She insists the clinic caretaker, Dylan Foster, is her husband and refuses to come with us. But we've already contacted the army's top neurosurgeons. We can schedule her treatments as early as next week to help her remember you." The conversation was identical to the one from my previous life when I first found Eleanor Ashby. Only this time, the ecstatic joy and bitter resentment were gone, replaced by total serenity. I shook my head, declining the offer, and did two things afterward.

“Hello mami Can I speak to Bobby Cross the ocean I’m feelin very lonely Him ah sleep Mami wake him for me I’m on the phone I wanna talk to my baby Phone call doesn’t help when your feelin lonely Him cah tell you things make you feel sexy I’m on romantic call I’m talkin to my baby down in ah mi yard I’m on a romantic call My man patra nah go take the prowl Watch this” “I remember this song, but I don’t know from where.” “That’s normal. Sometimes small things come back out of nowhere. That’s a good sign. It means that your memory is coming back.”