Fear Of Being Forgotten Novels & Stories

As a result, he couldn't remember anything at the moment. "Don't tell me I forgot everything?" Liam almost choked. He couldn't accept the fact that he had just forgotten the woman he loved. Liam got scared. The fact that his body had become so decayed that he had forgotten the most important memory and the person he loved most in his life horrified him. Can’t his brain even function properly now?

“Of course not. You’ll never forget him, and I’ll never forget him, either. I think about him always, but every day it gets a little easier. The grief never goes away. But every day that passes is a little easier.” “I’m so afraid I’m forgetting things about him. I couldn’t remember his favorite color earlier today.” Violet sniffled. “I don’t think I’m ready to date.” “Maybe not. That’s okay, too. But don’t hold yourself back out of fear or guilt. It’s one thing not to be ready; it’s another to avoid something because it scares you.” Violet hugged Martha, inhaling her perfume. “I’m glad I moved here to be with you.”

“But didn’t you want to try? To be happy again?” He smiled sadly. “Of course I did. But grief has a way of holding on to you, even when you think you’ve let go. For a long time, I told myself I didn’t need love, that I could be happy with just my memories of her. But in hindsight, maybe I let fear hold me back. Fear of losing someone again, fear of not finding the same kind of love we had.” He let out while his gaze softened further as he reached out to squeeze my hand. “But, Freya, don’t be like me. Don’t let fear stop you from finding love again. It’s dangerous to give up on love… it leaves you hollow. If I didn’t have you, I don’t know how I would’ve survived losing your mom.”

“Do not forget.” There's a feeling of dread that broods over me at her words and I fight a shudder. How can I?

"People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget... There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living." - Stephen Carpenter

His mom said, her words, he knew they met well but he just didn’t see himself doing the things that she wanted especially not right now, Liam might be okay but that doesn’t mean he isn’t suffering too, he knew Liam better than anyone and knew he would be killing himself up just to get out of that hospital and that was a struggle he was facing on his own. “That's the thing, mom, I don’t want to move on, I am afraid that I will forget too, that I will forget just how special what I shared with Liam was, I am the only one with these memories and if I forget too then it will all really fade away and I don’t want that to happen,” He cried.

Declan's voice trembled; he gripped Fidelia's hand tightly, afraid he would lose her by letting go. "Then why did you forget about me alone?" Fidelia looked directly into Declan's sad eyes, and she was startled to realize that his hand had been injured once, causing her heartache. Declan reached out, stroked Fidelia's beautiful face, looked at her with loving eyes, and spoke sweetly but with anguish: "Because at that time, I thought I was going to die. And I fear the feeling of leaving you. I wonder, if I die, what will you do? I am afraid to see you cry because of me. Because I love you so much, I wish you had never met me then. Maybe that's why my brain automatically excludes you from memo

Mysterious. Forgettable.

I mumbled. “I don’t think...I know because I watched you stand up to a man twice your size when everyone else froze. You knew then that fear only has power if you give it power. So why are you forgetting that now?” She asked with a shrug. “Because now the stakes are higher. Back then, it was just a job helping me with a miserable life I was trying to escape. Now…” I paused, struggling to find the words. “Now it’s everything including my marriage, my name, my… everything.” I swallowed hard.

And for the first time, the realization carried not strategy but something I had almost forgotten how to identify. Fear.