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Her appetite had returned, too, unless Albert was sitting at the table with her, then she was pushing her food around on the plate with a fork and just wanted the meal to end. One evening, about three months after the attack, Alissa was recovered to the point where she sat at her desk happily humming along to the music on the radio. She edited photos on her laptop because she loved taking pictures for her life. After a few hours of concentrated work, she went to sleep. She fell asleep pretty quickly and dreamed of becoming a great photographer one day. But suddenly she woke up, something caressed her leg. She knocked it away angrily and wanted to get up and turn on the light to see what it w

As I slowly came to, I understood why they looked that way. They had seen my memories. They had seen everything I went through—the humiliation, the pain, and the truth about the daughter and sister they had worshiped for years. So I laughed. It was a bitter, broken sound that hurt even as it escaped my lips. My head felt like it was splitting apart, as if a thousand needles were driving into my skull. Mr. Wilson glanced nervously at the monitor. “Mr. Zeller, Miss Lily’s condition isn’t stable. She can’t take another memory extraction. Have you found the answers you wanted?”

"No sweat. I'll join you in Eldonfield instead." ... Morning light filtered in, and I opened my eyes, my head pounding from yesterday's flurries. Still, my friend's birthday beckoned. Gift in hand, I couldn't skip it. My phone buzzed with a message from Ted: [Forgot these. Swing by tonight.] Attached was a photo of the Snoopy pajamas. They were a sneaky couple's set I'd bought—one for him, one for me. Whenever he wore his, it sparked a fleeting illusion of happiness, as if he belonged to me, even if just for a moment. In hindsight, it was pathetically laughable.

Date = 23 January Two days of deep sleep. Place = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical) POV – Melaena Beeping. Slow. Relentless. Mocking. Beep … Beep … Beep … It drills into my skull like a tiny hammer with anger issues. Darkness shifts behind my eyelids. Images flicker. Blurry. Disconnected. Like someone dropped a box of memories and didn’t bother putting them back in order. The world flickers in and out of focus, like a badly constructed black-and-white movie, colored with cheap crayons,

Only consumption. Let him in. The thought is horrifying. Suicidal. Necessary. I don’t fight the breach. I open the door. Not to the prison. To the memory . The deepest vault. Not of pain. Of before . Sunlight through oak leaves. His laugh. Rough hands gentle on my skin. The smell of earth and him. Love. I wrap the psychic invitation in it. Like poisonous honey. Remember? Remember us?

She was still trying to catch her breath from finding the hidden things along with the memories. “I know, sweetheart. The doctors warned about this.” Benton said. “No.” She said as she snapped her head up to look at him. “I mean, it really hurts. Everything is there floating around, but nothing makes sense. I can’t feel anything with the memories, but the things I never wanted to remember are also there.” “And you can feel that?” he asked. “I can.” She said as she looked at him. “Everything about that is right there. All the pain and the hurt.”

Maybe he could not wait any longer for her memories to come back. According to her Doctor, her injury was not that severe. She would regain her memories sooner or later. There may be a part of her past that her brain denies remembering. Perhaps something painful or traumatic that she wants to forget subconsciously. Thera would not be surprised if that traumatic part was being a part of Sean’s life. “I don’t know what I’ve seen in you to marry you back then, Mister. You’re so unkind and inconsiderate. Your mouth speaks whatever you want without minding others’ feelings.”

it turns out that remembering those memories requires a lot of energy Tiring tiring tring . The sound of the bells at the entrance interrupted my daydreams about her, just annoying, maybe I should go back to my apartment to make it more comfortable to remember her again. I was pensive again, it was too difficult to erase it from my memory, especially from one of my orgasms known by the name of the heart. Too many memories of her. About her smile, laugh, even cry. Even the memories themselves have been engraved in my heart and will forever remain in my heart. Kruyuukkk sounds my stomach. Ahh ... it turns out that remembering those memories requires a lot of energy. To replenish my strength I

Mark said pretty much excited and before I could say no, he was out of sight, "Hmm" I sighed softly,I miss her, I missed her so much. If wishes were horses, if only wishes were horses. Hey guysssss!!! Chapter 18 is out! Yes.. I know it took me weeks to update but remember something, I did anyways lol😝😝 I sincerely apologise for the late update,I hope you keep believing in my writing,"Memories" is an amazing story, I hope you stay put in this journey of memories. Thanks y'all for the support and encouragement, thanks so much. Thanks for taking out your to read this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Enjoy 😎😎 Don't forget to vote, comment and share. Thanks Xoxo

It was truly a sacred place. I plopped myself down on the wooden chair and buried my head on the burrow I made with my arms on the table. I sighed deeply, not understanding the pain and supreme tiredness I was feeling. Pain and tiredness wasn't new to me but this was particularly different. I grabbed my favourite book, Othello by Shakespeare and sat, running my hand along the spine of the book. I opened the book and it landed on a page that I had a left a note in. I skimmed the page, reading the parts I had highlighted with a light blue highlighter. I took the note and read it: