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TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

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Not dramatic silence. Not theatrical silence. The kind that follows an answer nobody wanted. The kind that settles heavily in your chest. The shadow beyond the crack continued smiling. Patient. Certain. As though it already knew how this would end. I hated that. The girl pointed toward the sea of memories. “There has to be enough left.” My gaze followed her hand. Thousands of glowing memories floated through the darkness. Most were still intact. But many were fading. Dying. Disappearing. The crack widened again.

Lines drifting. If I forget, remind me who I was. If I remember, don’t believe me. They say the memories are mine now. My fingers tighten around the edge of the paper. This isn’t Rome. This isn’t Aurelia yet. This is before. I feel it in my bones. On the floor beneath the desk is a cardboard box. I kneel and pull it toward me, the corrugation soft with age. Inside are loose pages, folded and unfolded too many times. Medical pamphlets in Italian and English. A single French one.

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

Patricia let out a deep sigh, her chest rising and falling as the memory washed over her. Just yesterday, everything had unfolded in a way that felt almost surreal, and she was certain that even as time passed, the vivid moments they shared would forever be etched in her mind. The emotions and sensations were so intense that she wouldn’t be surprised if they haunted her for years to come; the past lingered like a sweet perfume, intoxicating and impossible to ignore.

She picked up the cooler to pack to the kitchen, and she saw a note under it. “I am sorry I have to do this, Tasha. I enjoy every moment with you, and I wished I can stay with you forever. Thank you for your kindness and the smile you always offer. I want to follow your advice, so I will find peace and I can claim what is mine. I love everything about you, and I wish you will continue to smile till we meet again. But please don’t force yourself to cry if you don’t feel like…” “Cry when necessary. Eat, sleep, and enjoy your life in any way you can. If you hear my whisper at the Karaoke, what I said is true…”

What’s left in me is only bitterness, pain, and sweet revenge. Before I could turn to the next page, something I hadn’t thought about came to mind...

___________________________________________________________________________ Painful memories Painful Memories are any thoughts about the past that cause anxiety, sadness, or other unpleasant emotions. Examples include thinking about a past disappointment, argument, or loss of loved one. Painful memories may be caused by traumatic experiences such as a serious accident, repeated abuse, or a natural disaster. ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 11 / 2021

“Why, honey?” Suddenly tears flowed from the girl's cheeks, harder and harder. “Dave,” Daisy whispered softly. “Dave!” her cries got louder and she sobbed. Dave winced painfully and gripped Daisy's hand tightly. “Honey, don't remember anymore, don't you remember anymore!” Nevertheless, Daisy was remembering. Her psychiatrist said that there would be a phase where she would remember all her bad memories. There will be another phase where she seems empty without expression and emotion. There will be a phase where all of Daisy's emotions spill and she rages, screaming incoherently.