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“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

When it talks to you like you don't belong Or tells you you're in the wrong field When something's in your mitochondrial 'Cause it latched on to you, like— Knock knock, let the devil in Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin' This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!" L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin' Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants And blew up my-my-myself again Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin

Attention sat deep, calm, unbroken. Out came the words, spilling ahead as I kept going. Flashes come first. A crash shows up early, like a film playing ahead of time. Months prior, whispers of betrayal hum through empty hallways. The rival’s strategy? Already lived it, somehow. Time folds when memory runs backward. In another version of events.” My throat tightened. “I remember my own decline. The fatigue. The isolation. The way I grew weaker every day until… until I didn’t wake up one morning.”

Vivid images of our entangled bodies and his arousing words rushed to the forefront of my mind, causing a rush of warmth to flood my cheeks. I tapped my shoes impatiently. The elevator ride seemed to stretch on, and being alone in this small space made me feel aware of my own thoughts now getting wild in my head, saturated with the lingering sensations that I still felt even now. I was sore. Dax made sure of that, but despite that, why did I want more? My heart raced as I relived the feelings. He surely left an unforgettable mark on me. I reached the seventh floor and stepped out of the elevator, my heart still racing from the memories that had flooded my mind during the ride up here.

"You're right. I really never expected her to be so vicious. Even after I learned that everything had been planned by her and her father, I still refused to believe it. In the end, the evidence slapped me in the face." Finnley looked down at the photographs and rubbed his forehead painfully. He turned to look at Sabrina. "Don't misunderstand. It's not because I can't forget her. I just never expected her to use these photos to soften my heart. She actually came up with such a trick. But these memories are only painful to me now. They can never be beautiful memories anymore." "Since they're painful, then don't think about them. Why don't you think about all the good memories I've shared with

I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

The sweetness of her laugh was almost back in my mouth and I could almost feel her hand brushing against mine as if I could reach out and touch her a little bit closer. I shook my head a little as if to ignore the memories but they persisted. Despite their sweetness the memories had a bitter undertone. I had lost her. She couldnt be retrieved by any amount of warmth or laughter. In actuality I had buried those memories for a reason. They are painful. They brought to mind both the life I had lost and the one I had had. Then I found myself sitting with Ava. She was unquestionably alive genuine and present. However she also served as a reminder of how much I needed to let go of. Watching her br

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

A cacophony of jarring sounds penetrated the darkness. Distant voices intermingled with the thrumming of my own ragged pulse. My brow furrowed as consciousness slowly trickled back. Where...? The viscous ooze of half-remembered nightmares clung to the edges of my mind like cobwebs. Shadowy impressions began to materialize - the relentless pursuit, the demented shrieks, those ruinous, haunting eyes... My own eyes flew open as the final dregs of sleep dissolved. I gulped down grateful lungfuls of air, grounding myself in the simple act of breathing. In. Out. In. Out.