Before I Forget His Name Novels & Stories

But anyway, that was buried a past already, and that was years ago so, I shouldn't bring it back. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot. You know, I used to forget the things that are not important in my life." I say and smile at him sarcastically. "Is that so?" He chuckles again and walks slowly towards my direction. "Then, you must forget my name too?" He is teasing me. This jerk. What does he think of me? Can he easily get me in his smiles? Oh damn. The hell! "Precisely," I smile at him again filled with sarcasm. "Bad words should be forgotten. Anyways, I gotta go now. You're wasting my time." I say sweetly and turn my back to him. But before I could take a step away, he spoke.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

He suggested. That peeked her interest and she was glad he dropped the subject of her crying at night. "Colours?" He nodded. "Yes. What's your favorite colour?" Her lips tilted downward. "I can't remember." She said sadly. "You don't have to feel bad for forgetting anything Ava. It's normal. Sometimes, I forgot my girlfriends real name because I always called her with pet names." He joked as he remembered why he broke up with his ex. The story made Avatia giggle. "I'm serious. I always called her babe, sugar, honey... and much more. I really forgot her name."

"No, sir. Everyday, sir" 5 "You can go." "Yes, sir," he nodded before walking out of the door, closing it behind him. The thought that prevailed in my mind after made me shake my head at my uncharacteristic forgetfulness. Shit, I forgot to ask for her name again. 11

How can I forget easily? How can I be so selfish when you died for me? Please, I need your answers The sky looked so gloomy Does that mean you’re sad? Or are you angry? Was I being too selfish? You gave me your everything And I can’t do anything to give them all back But don’t worry I will forever be haunted by you Because of her I will never be able to forget you And oh I would also like to tell you that I named her after you Victoria Olivia Kingstein is such a pretty name, isn’t it?

It was quite different talking with the man with her present,he looked calm and sweet at the same time. It was after the man had left a couple of minutes later that we realized we had forgotten to ask his name. "Such a fine man." She muttered. I agreed to that part of what she was saying, she left out one part actually and that was the fact that I might see him again and we had forgotten to ask his name. Regardless of all that, there was no way I would forget a face like his, it was quite impossible. His face would live rent-free in my head. I sighed at the thought of that, but it was the truth.

When the woman finally stopped shaking so much, he said: "My name is James. What is your name?" She answered in a thread of voice: "Mariana." "Mariana, do you need help getting home?" "No. No, I... I live near here." And indeed, two blocks away was what had once been her home. Now, it was home to Maximilian and his web of lies. "You seemed very distracted." She looks at James. There is panic in his eyes, as well as revolt. Sympathetic, the man asks once more:

What an ass! I slump on my chair and suddenlyfelt bad because he didn't even get my name and it's the actual basic thing to ask for when you want to get to know the opposite sex. I can't believe we did those things together that night but he actually forgot to ask for my name! Ugh! How could he even forget to ask my name? Oh damn Tate. But I'm sure he wouldn't even mind not knowing my name. He's famous, he'll just forget about what happened last night anyways.

His answer was straightforward too. “What?” I asked. For a moment there was silence. It was as if he was contemplating whether to tell me or not. Then, after a few seconds he gave me his answer, “You forgot.” “I forgot?” I titled my head in confusion, “What did I forget?” Even my voice was confused. He chuckled but it seemed like he was a little hurt, “I won’t tell you.” He kept his head straight, “Try and remember it on your own.” “Was it important?” I asked, wondering about what it could be. I don’t think I’d forget something important now. In the past maybe, because I had a drinking problem. Well, it wasn’t exactly a problem but I used to love it.

I can feel the sudden quietness in the room as if something terrible had just happened. Like what the fuck is happening, why is everyone suddenly quiet, and what is that familiar voice saying about me not remembering anything. Of course, I remember everything, how can I not remember, how dumb he must he think I am? But I know who I am because my name is......Wait... My name is...... what is my name? I should have a name right, but what is it? “Teach him to remember who he is when he wakes up, tell him that his name is Alexander, the one and only true alpha king,” I heard the bad man say to the familiar voice.