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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?

Adrita's Pov. "Do you remember what happened to you on your 17th birthday?" Didi asked, making me remember that terrific day. "I will never be able to forget about my horrible past birthdays." I sighed, closing my eyes and those horrible memories flashed in front of me.

Be peaceful. She clutched her journal. It felt hot, angry. It rejected this place. She reached the well. Looking down, she didn't see water, she saw a swirling, pearlescent mist. It was the raw material of memory, being spun into this sickly-sweet fiction. She placed her hands on the stone rim, she didn't try to listen for a true memory, there was none here. Instead, she pushed her own memory into it. The memory of the Ashen Wastes. The screaming silence. The pain of ten thousand deaths.

Light found me first. Not the warm flicker of dawn nor the amber hush of twilight, but something colder, paler—thin and sterile, diffused through something distant. It pressed behind my eyelids like a memory I hadn’t meant to keep. It wasn’t cruel, not exactly, but it held no warmth, no welcome—only persistence, like fingers trailing down the spine of a book I hadn’t meant to open. I didn’t move at first.

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

“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.

I sighed, noticing the large building towering up ahead. My eyes heated up remembering that this was the house I left behind for five years. Many memories, whether sweet or bitter that I was forced to stop living. Although those memories until now, even until whenever will remain lodged in my brain's memory. It's just how I manage the bad memories to become a motivation and keep it beautiful with the sweet memories. After all, the bad memories are not as many as the sweet memories I get here.

Her eyes remained closed, but inside, each note took her back to the memories she was trying to bury. On the sidewalk, standing in the shadow of a lamppost, John listened. He dared to look closer and, as if hypnotized, couldn’t take his eyes off her at the piano. The melody pierced through the glass and struck his chest like a cruel reminder of what he had lost; every lyric felt like a stab to the heart, and the voice was the sweetest he had ever heard When the song ended, the hall erupted in applause. Elizabeth smiled faintly, but deep down she felt the weight of something she couldn’t share with anyone.

He sounded relieved. "She woke up once last night. She didn't even recognize me." Last night, when I first came to, my vision hadn't cleared yet. I simply couldn't see who was there, so I asked. The healer went on, "She's been unconscious for so long, it's normal that her memory's jumbled. We'll run another test. If there's memory loss, there are always witches' potions. The southern witch, Olivia…" This poison mainly targeted the mind of a werewolf, and only then the body. My body felt fine. Clearly, the healer's antidote had worked.

The sad part was that I'd indeed fallen for those underhanded tactics more times than I could count. When I didn't touch the soup, he inched closer with a playful smile. "Are you waiting for me to feed you? Are you still mad at me?" I quickly put some distance between us, repulsed by his attempts at sweetness. Once he realized I wasn't reacting the way I used to, his embarrassment turned to anger. "Cassandra, are you still not over it? Don't tell me you're still suspicious of my relationship with Olivia. I've already told you countless times that Olivia's my niece!