Before Your Memory Fades Novels & Stories

I looked at him and felt tears burning in my eyes. "My mom had to remind me of things that had happened in the weeks before I got sick. People I'd met. Places I'd been. Conversations I'd had. It was all just gone." "Oh my god." His hands dropped from me and went to his own face. "The doctors said it was normal with that kind of illness, that memories formed right before getting sick are often the ones that get wiped out because the brain is already under attack." I reached for his hands and pulled them away from his face so I could hold them.

His disgusted words, his strict expression, his serious training to me, when these memories appeared in front of my eyes, but I became closer than any previous moment I wanted to be. The fragments of memories flashed through my mind like a movie, and I suddenly remembered the legend I had heard. It is said that the moment before a person dies, many memories of his life will appear in his mind, and those important memories will become incredibly clear. Am I really going to die? I stared closely into his sunken golden eyes, his anxious voice brought a smile to my face, and I used all the strength I had left to see him a little more clearly, to carve him into my heart and my mind.

Slowly, my memories are starting to fade, but strange enough, they are only bad memories and good ones with my loved ones remain. "Mom, let's take a picture." I sniffed, pulling my phone from my dress pocket and we snapped a beautiful picture together. I looked at it with a smile and sighed. "I'm ready to see my husband and son again, Mom. You're right. I-I don't know when my memories will start to fade away and I want to treasure it while I can still remember our moments together." Mom let out a happy smile and nodded. "They will surely be happy."

She asked him. "Hmm, just a substance I use for my enemies if I don't want to kill them, since you happen to be one, and I do not want to kill you, I thought this would be the best punishment. As you grow older, every wrong decision you have made in your life will come to you like it was yesterday. I hope you are ready, to watch your memories slowly fade away, and there will be nothing you can do. You will forget about everything, even your very own existence, and the worst part isn't even that."

“I’m not sure. I wish I could remember my real name.” “Give it time.” “You seem so sure of that.” “I am, but until then, we need to discuss what you should do until your memory returns.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we have cleared you for the most part. We can’t find anything wrong with you.” “But I can’t remember anything about myself.” “As we told you before, that’s because you have Retrograde Amnesia. With this condition, your memories can resurface at any time.” “Or never.” “It does you no good to think that way.”

LIVIA (CHIARA) I was taught how to remember before I was taught what was worth remembering. They never explained it that way, of course. They used gentler words. Words that sounded like care. Support. Training. Recovery. They told me memory was a muscle, and like any muscle, it needed to be exercised. They told me forgetting was a symptom, not a choice. They told me remembering was a responsibility. I believed them because believing was easier than noticing what belief was costing me. At first, they asked me questions with answers.

“They are forgetting.” The words left my mouth slowly. Quietly. But they felt heavy, like stones falling into deep water. Kieran stared at me with confusion. His eyes searched my face as if he hoped I was wrong. “What do you mean they are forgetting?” he asked. His voice was low. Careful. I shook my head slowly. “I mean exactly what I said.” A pause stretched between us. Then I whispered, “Their memories are disappearing.” Kieran frowned. “That is impossible.”

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜�

Don't you think I would know? Amnesia, all memories fade until they disappear Where have you gone? I try to forget it every time I see you, I see you I thought I could do it without it Now I know I need you, I need you This is turning into some kind of fucking amnesia, I need you Memories fade away Love is so crazy So break me and do it again tomorrow I almost forgot who we are I'll let you drive me crazy for another day Isn't this love madness, madness?

They stood in silence for a long moment, watching the irregular pulse of light in the dark crystal. "We have to stop it," Kaelen said finally. "How?" Elara asked, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't know," Kaelen admitted. "But I think it starts with understanding what's happening to the memories. Where are they going? Why are they changing?" --- Kaelen spent the next three days in the archives with Kaya. They pored over records, interviewed people, tracked the patterns of memory loss. The results were terrifying. The forgetting wasn't random. It was systematic. The oldest memories went first—childhood memories, family stories passed down through generations. Then personal milestones—weddin