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Taking a deep breath, I tore open the envelope with trembling fingers. The words hit me like a physical blow. I was mauled by the bitter reminder of the deal I had made with Silas all those months ago. How could I have forgotten something so important? The memory came flooding back like a nightmare I’d tried to suppress, every detail crystal clear despite my attempts to bury it.

“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.

"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."

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.

I understand, lyrics by lyrics that come out of my mouth and describe my life now. I have lost it. I can't have it. Gerald doesn't want me anymore. My heart is dried. My heart is wounded. Unfortunately, it doesn't bleed. If it could bleed, I guess it could flood the blood around me because the wound was so painful and wide open. I'm sick, and I'm hurt. So the memories that have been passed all this time are in vain. And can only worsen my situation and make it difficult for me to move on. I'm still checking my cellphone screen. I admire the wallpaper I put on, especially the man in this photo. I kissed the screen many times. I just dreamed of kissing the real person.

With one gulp, she downed the rest of the remaining beer. Emma was dying from curiosity so she continued to prod, "What's up with Jonathan?" "Amnesia." "Amnesia?" Emma's eyes widened in stunned silence. Instantly, she was all sobered up. "Gigi, stop playing. How would he still remember you if he'd lost his memories?" Giselle answered, "I guess it's partial amnesia, or something like that." Jonathan remembered every single one of them. His memory was just stuck in the period when he was still in college.

Crystal stared at him for a moment, all the memories they have shared, both good and bad, bombed her mind making her feel as if her chest cavity was too small to accommodate her heart. Without a word, she turned and ran, disappearing into the crowds. Murmurs filled the whole airport once again and others wiped the edge of their eyes. Lovers were in embrace of each other as parents held tight to their children's wrist. Mervin stood motionless, his legs trembled as his heart felt empty. He felt like an alien on a foreign planet and everything made no sense to him. He closed his eyes trying hard not to let himself crumble again, but the noise around him made his eyes flung open at once.

Her mind barked at her, turning against her to defend her enemy. Everything in her bathroom reminded her of Bentley. When she stepped into the bathtub, it took her back to Bentley and the scene in his bathroom played before her. Her cheeks turned crimson, not understanding why she was thinking of the person she hates most in her entire life and that too in an intimate way.

I hoped this time I would remember more and now that I know my younger self is not fighting me but trying to restore my memories, I’m going to try my best not to fight it anymore. Nick To say I was hurt would be an understatement because it felt like she ripped my heart out of my chest. After everything I have been doing and all the effort, I made. She goes and forgets me. ME? I was the one who ran after her and was with her the whole of yesterday and she forgot all about me. She remembered that good for nothing detective whom she met for mere hours and yet forgets all about me. I scowl. I was pissed thinking about her and him. I could see it from the way they spoke to each other when I got

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