Novel & Cerita Books Like Reminders Of Him

Now the bench feels colder than the keys, and his absence rings louder than any song I could play. Books sit unopened in my lap for hours. I try to read the ones he loved—Dog-eared copies of Baldwin, Rimbaud, Eliot. I stare at the pages, but the words blur. It’s like my mind rejects anything that reminds me of him. And yet I can’t stop surrounding myself with him. His scent lingers in the sweater I refuse to wash. His name still tastes like grief and honey when I whisper it at night. He’s everywhere and nowhere at once.

Now I'm in a place where I will be reminded of who I was every single day. ~~~ don't forget to add to your library! ✿

Kapag nakatulala siya ng ganito ay wari niya'y hindi niya talaga maiwasan ang mag-isip ng malalim at ng kung ano ano sa mga nangyayari ngayon, gaya na lang ng. Nakuha na niya lahat. Ang mga sulat niyang nilimot na ng panahon at akala niyang hindi na matatagpuan muli. Nakita at nahanap na rin niya ang pinakamamahal niyang si Leonard na matagal na niyang hinihintay. Pero bakit ganun ang nararamdaman niya? Parang may kulang pa rin sa lahat.. Napabuntong hininga na lang ng malalim si Euphie at kinuha ang litratro ni Leonard na nakalagay sa likod ng cellphone niya at tinitigan ito ng matagal.

I mutter, looking at my foot, which was hit by some sort of book. I lift my foot and give it a light massage with my hands before picking up the book. As I read its title, "FAREWELL TO HUMANITY," I remember the events: mountain, rock, handsome man, fainting, handsome man, book, handsome man... Yeah, lots of events. I'm not doing well; I barely left home and I've already gotten myself into trouble, cursed mountain. Still lost in recent events, I run my finger over the couple on the book's cover, and for some reason, Deniel's image comes to mind, causing a small (very small) smile to form on my lips. He's so handsome and masculine.

"It just happened that they both are wearing the same color of shirts and the nurse that we asked was the one assigned to the person who was dead on arrival." My heart sank but at the same time screaming in gladness that he was alive. However, there's a part of me that hates him. He doesn't even wasted a time looking for me or at least contacted me and made his way to locate me. It was unfair. I grieved for him for a long time but he was just here enjoying his life with a lot of women, for sure. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away. Just a second, my phone beeped. I pressed the power button and a message from Barack popped up.

Saying that quite out loud "When she awoke in a cold sweat, the darkness fresh inside and outside her mind, I would talk to her, speak words of encouragement in that high, teetering voice of mines until she made it to other end of the hall and to her mother’s room. You’re almost there. You’re almost there. No one had ever grown closer to her than me, no one had ever come closer to feeling like home." I sighed, that was her favorite story line from the book "Memories" by Dim Leon, I remember how much I hated reading that book, but she made me read her bed time stories. "I miss you every day Nuella" keeping aside a picture of hers, she was smiling at me that day, she looked so beautiful, she

His fingers twisted in and out of mine as he continued to interlace our hands and then pull them apart again playfully. "That was my favorite book. I still have it too!" I smiled at him. Pride filled me that he had remembered that day so clearly. We hadn't even talked about the book when we first met. Our interaction had been so short because his dad showed up and dragged him away. If he remembered what I was wearing, that would be understandable. He could see that. But to remember what I was reading from a fleeting glance at it was a level of detail that made me love him even more.

Out of curiosity, I went close and read the printed words. 'In the loving memory of Rowan Black Smith' 'In the loving memory of Heliana Smith' The name seemed so familiar, it's like I already heard those names. They sounded important to my ears. 💙💙💙 Grazzi Vergiance! Vote and Comment. Enjoy reading! :) Please tell me some of your comments and suggestion for improvements. I will be willing to learn more and that would be great. -DarkVergent

How didn't she see it before? She examined it. Its worn leather cover showed the test of time, revealing faint traces of intricate inscriptions that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow. For some reason, Thalia's heartbeat sped up in excitement. She traced the inscriptions on the book with her fingers. They were etched in silver and gold, and they formed a mesmerizing tapestry of arcane symbols.

"Why is your phone not connecting?" Before I could answer, he continued, "Anyway, I've got the holiday prep all sorted. Anything else you want? I'll have my assistant grab it." His words triggered a memory: the year Mamie died. I'd gone home, but on Christmas Eve, I video-called him to wish him happy holidays. It took ages for him to answer; the screen was dark at first, showing only a fading ember from his cigarette. "Yeah?" he rasped. As the screen adjusted to the light, I saw he was alone on the balcony, surrounded by scattered bottles and cigarette butts. Outside, the world was alive with lights and fireworks, but that joy seemed worlds away from him.