Books Like Reminders Of Him の小説・ストーリー

He folded his arms and glanced away. To fill the awkward silence, I bent down again, near the lavender. “Dr. Camille gave me this book last week. It says scent can trigger memory. I was thinking about that out here.” He didn’t respond right away. I continued, trying to keep my voice light, “has that ever happened to you? A smell that brought something back?” His eyes stared at the red camellias nearby. He didn’t move toward them, just stared at me too long. “Yes,” he said finally. “Some scents should stay in the past.”

" I'd always believed that nothing exists without a reason. Everything that appears has its cause and effect. "Assuming he appeared to remind me of something..." I thought for a few seconds. "Maybe his appearance is related to what happened many years ago. And maybe it's closely related to us too."

Finally, she pulled out a book and beamed. “I once read this, and loved it so much I read it again and again. You’ll love it.” She handed it to me proudly. It was green, around two hundred pages, titled Trust the Journey. Catchy enough. I signed it out, planning to read over the weekend. I always enjoyed reading in the cool of a Saturday evening with a smoothie. An image of Henry flashed in my mind—walking toward me on the balcony, tray in hand with two glasses. Why did these reminders keep haunting me?

She smiled I nodded as I headed out... ... Does were the thought I have had before... "Hey, Eddy!" "Sorry, I didn't notice you there. I guess I was really sunken deep to the story." "What are you reading? What's the name?" "The Book of Unknown. That's the name." Memories of her are still present. If only I could turn back time but if I did, the past will repeat itself... Can a moment last forever? Yellow Tulip was on your lips as it stretched to a smile. You have really affected me with your flower language!

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

my wolf chimes in. “Hm, that’s true,” I admit. I quickly lose track of time as dawn approaches rapidly, unaware of the fleeting minutes passing me by while I fully submerge myself into the vast collection of stored information held within the forgotten book. I can’t help but feel a connection to those I’m reading of; an unexplainable sense of familiarity surrounding them while I study their portraits found alongside each unique memoir, an uncanny resemblance shared between them, Ash and myself.

"You mentioned a book, Reminder. My sister... Lyra. She sent you to return something?" "The Ledger of the Unborn," the girl said. She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small, pocket-sized book bound in white leather. It looked sickeningly clean. "She says the first book was for the parents. This one is for the legacy." Kaelen’s shadow-mantle flared instinctively, a dark mist coiling around the legs of his chair. The Reminder didn't flinch. If anything, the silver in her eyes glowed brighter. "Kaelen, stay," I warned softly. I looked at the girl, then at Cian. An idea began to form. "You know, Reminder, for someone who doesn't believe in 'tomorrow,' you’ve missed a very important Northe

“Why ask me? Didn’t you read it for yourself?” He looked down, shaking his head. “No, I didn’t read it…I couldn’t. It was just…every time I open that book, I am reminded of the horrible scene of her death. It plays out before my eyes…over and over again, and it doesn’t ever stop until I close the book.”

Tabitha looked disgusted, “to burn it, silly girl. That book shouldn’t exist. If you don’t believe me, you can watch me burn it.” “I will. But I don’t even know where this Helena is or how to kill her. I don’t even know why this all happened to me and why and if it made me kill people. I need your help to remember more, Tabitha. You need to do that weird thing where you go inside my head again.”