Before I Forget His Name Novels & Stories

It had been nearly a month since that incident, and he was only remembering it now? However, I recalled the string of unread messages on my phone when I woke up this morning, and it suddenly clicked. So, this was his idea of compensation. I didn't say a word as I continued to focus on helping Ryan get dressed. Ryan, on the other hand, was incredibly excited. With wide eyes, he gazed at me. "Mommy, I want to go!"

He nodded frantically, as though agreeing with himself would make me believe him. "What is his name? Is he one of us?" "No, no." He shook his head. "He's..." His voice broke while he looked like he was really trying to remember. "He's... I have forgotten his name. But he's from here. His name is Jason... no." He shook his head. "Matthew? Martin? I swear, boss, I'm not hiding anything. I just don't remember." He cried again, as if he knew that just cost him dearly. Which it did. But then a man from here. Could it be...

The water ran over my skin, and my hands would not stop shaking. Little plump. He had said it in the car as if it were nothing. I had not heard that name in eight years. I had buried it under the contract and the hospital and the long nights beside Wayne's crib, and I had been careful never to say it out loud, not even to myself. It was the one thing I had erased completely. And Raymond Reddington had just said it to my face with the taste of me still on his mouth. If he remembered the one name I had worked so hard to forget, then what else did he remember?

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p

Derrick looked up. "Rica—" "Did something happen that night?" He rubbed his thumb along the edge of the document. "I don't remember everything." "That's not what I asked." "I remember my father showing me a set of papers. I remember an argument. I remember him telling me that if the transaction became public, several people would lose everything." "Who?" "He didn't name them." "Did he mention my father?" Derrick's eyes lowered. "I remember the name Thomas Bloom." Rica went very still.

She gives me a nod. I try stifling a chuckle but I cannot hold it anymore I burst out laughing. "We don't need to call the asylum do we?". Annalia asks giving me a funny look. "You know I still find it hard to believe that you didn't even ask for that guy's name, I mean you forgot to ask for his name. His name Anna, His name how could you even forget that". I say still laughing. "Ugh, please don't remind me. You know he didn't even ask for mine. I guess he was in a hurry to get to class. But then even though..." "Ah, come on Anna don't over think it. I shouldn't even have brought it up". "Nah, it's okay. I'm over it now and he still hasn't called so don't sweat it. Now give mama a big smile"

I said thinking it is better to return and sleep early as we will be traveling tomorrow. "So your name is Shrishti. Maybe next time I will use the name instead of the word earlier." The stranger mumbled after Giri walked away. "Do you know me?" I asked frowning at him. "You forgot me within a week? My face is that common?" he asked himself with a frown. "Don't mind me! I guess you really forgot the person with whom you shared about your feelings for the best friend and the canceled engagement." He added and my eyes widened.

But unlike all other five-year-old kids, I was going to be engaged. He asked me if I knew him and of course, I didn't. I had never seen him before, that's what my memories said but was I right? Definitely, I wasn't. But, I did know about Kirito. In all my memory, even then, I could forget everything- thanks to my short term memory problems, but not Kirito's name. I was a slow learner, I could forget even my birthday, but not Kirito's.

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

Josh said “I promised to deliver it to the right hands” “Wait” I put the file down and stared at them “why are my pictures and my names in this file and who’s Kat?” They glanced at each other, as I come across this name Kat once again. “Sir, your memory loss wasn’t just a coincidence” John said “they were testing a memory wiping drug and it only worked on you but killed dozens of other people” “So, are you actually telling me that my real name is Kat and everything that happened to in the past few years was no coincidence?” is asked.