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Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

I whispered to myself, looking at nothing in particular. I looked over at a sticky note stuck on the fridge. Physics test tomorrow. Just wanted to remind you that in case you forgot about that too. -Alex I inhaled in a sharp breath when I felt a tear roll down my face. I had everything messed up. I sat down on the couch as I heard Chicken mewl somewhere in the house. I was so tired, so confused, so hurt. Why couldn't I have a normal relationship? Why did I have so many issues?

The past of sweet and ugly memories. The past of my sweet memories overshadowed my ugly past and then all of sudden, the sweet memories faded away, giving the ugly past a chance to excel again in my life. The disappearance of my sweet memories is making my ugly past overwhelming, giving it a chance for me to remember again how it once hurt and finding it difficult to heal. My ugly past was painful but the disappearance of my sweet past was worse. It left me broken. But nature was at work. I couldn't hold on to him because it was time to go. Death took him away.

“Jeoff, these are memories. We need to document it.” “What would you do with those memories, it will be gone soon. It will part of the past and never going to happen again.” Ouch. Yeah. That’s the sad part of it. Reason why there is a statement, Live within the moment. Cherish the moment you have right now. “Why are you acting so bitter? Memories is not about it will no longer to happened, Jeoff. It was a remembrance that you live on that particular time. At least you got something to look at to remember the real feeling, you feel on that moment.”

It tastes so bitter and sweet at the same time Glimpsing my past while I sip the wine the way I sipped my favourite coffee, I am so sober but yet I pick up another wine to taste it- very sour My mind is no longer in the world; very far away from me, a lot was ringing in my mind at that moment; my past life in the locker room, my parent's betrayal and my forceful mate. I couldn't think straight this time, having two bottles down to my throat is not enough, I picked up another and another. It feels so good that wines take away sad memories

He didn’t care about anything except the memories pressing against his chest. The café was called Moments. It wasn’t flashy. From the outside, it looked quiet and understated. But the sign by the entrance had caught Sebastian’s eye, and that was why he’d chosen this place. A handwritten board stood by the door. A single white page was clipped to it, words written neatly across the surface: Are you stuck, wanting to let go but unable to? Lost in the fog, unable to move forward? Try our “Memory” blend. It may remind you that once, someone loved you—

C H A P T E R 4 5 : W H E N T H E P A I N F U L M E M O R Y D E C I D E D T O R E T U R N E L L A S T A N F O R D

he said. “I will have to use a lot of force to get past your tensed up muscles and all the way into you.” I could taste the bitterness of bile in my throat as memories from long ago slipped through my mind and something in me just … broke. Something dark, scared and deeply buried. There was no way for me to hold it in. A bone-shattering sob ripped from my throat, and it hurt because of the memories that it brought up.

The whisper shattered me. “What?” Elara looked down. Ashamed. “Not completely.” Her fingers tightened around the notebook. “But pieces fade.” Pain twisted sharply through my chest. Because I knew exactly what she meant. Memory wasn't permanent. It changed. Blurred. Softened. And that felt like betrayal even when it wasn't. I took the notebook carefully again. “Can I keep reading?” She nodded. I turned another page. Then another. The letters continued. Not just to Lily. To herself.

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said