Novel & Cerita Fear Of Being Forgotten

Tine watched as the Clutch Elders assembled in the Hall of Ancestors for the Reading of his bloodline. As the Master of Records read his lineage starting with the first of his line and going forward for twenty generations, he felt his chest swell with pride. His line was one of the oldest and strongest of all of the dragon clutches scattered about. Thanks to senseless and fearful hunting in some parts of the world, his kind were fewer and fewer. Most humans were fearful of things that they did not understand or could not control. Realizing the Master of Records was waiting on him, he cleared his throat and asked him to repeat the question. Several of the male elders nudged each other in the

I dry them as fast as I can. —Remember me. - He presses me against his body, digging his fingers into my hip’s skin. He looks desperately into my eyes. I can see his fear. He's scared, but I don't understand it. The very fool isn't afraid of death. His greatest fear is that I might forget him. —Remember me. - He repeats looking into my eyes. It isn't a request, it is an order. Damn egocentric man! He smiles. — I won't forget you as long as I live, you idiot. -I sigh.

The most frightening situation besides being forgotten is forcing yourself to forget. Don't forget because I haven't forgotten. Just a reminder... Jane gaped, she is stunned by constantly remembering (that person's good side). After a while she gets used to remembering him, after a while she get used to remembering him but this, that's not what she meant at all, she was more afraid when she said that he doesn't remember her, just kill her! She feel her world is collapsing, the pain of being left behind but she doesn't remember her at all! she doesn't remember himself…

I could feel the fear in his gaze, as if he knew something would change, but didn’t understand why. I wanted to explain. I wanted to string together words gentle enough to make him understand that this wasn’t his fault. But my lips stayed shut that day. I chose silence, because I knew every sentence would be another knife stabbing my own heart. I wondered—did he look for me when he woke up? Did he still wait for me to come into his room at night, to read him stories until his eyes closed? Or… had he started to forget my voice? The thought made my chest tighten. There was a strange fear I had never felt before: the fear of being forgotten by someone who once lo

Do you take it so easily, so that you can exchange it for every second of a blissful glee? Is it like a mist that passes by in front of you, dying to get noticed before it fades? You'd do everything to get it. You'd do everything to maintain it. You'd do everything to hold it in your hands. You'd do everything to keep it away from ever getting out of your sight. You'd keep it. Own it. No matter what. It's a disguise for the abominable fear. But it doesn't possess a heinous reason. It's for forgetting the vile memories and recreating life with an amicable one.

"That, do you know about a kind of compulsion called 'Forgetfulness . Compulsion'?" "Forget! Forget . Compulsion!" Shangguan Yan's eyes widened, pretended to be shocked, ran to him, and scratched his hair, and scratched his ears, while also saying in a shocked voice: "Quickly let me see, if you were planted with the forgetfulness . If you are planted with forgetfulness compulsion and lose your memory, how can you lead Feng Yun City if your brain is broken in the future, bad bad ......" "Are you annoyed, I'm talking to you about business." Xiao Chuan slapped her hand away and said with a straight face, "This kind of compulsion, is it possible to automatically lift it in the future?"

I sigh waiting for my turn as I looked around the clusters of students in groups which makes me feel weird. I’ve been attending this school since freshman years and now I’m a senior but I haven’t made a friend ever. Very weird. But it’s just my anxiety. And now I can’t even trust making a friend after all this whole incident of murders. I can’t trust anyone. Who knows if they’ll turn out to be the serial killer ? Laughters from the football team brought me back to the present. I moved back irritated as Ace Carlton has stepped on my feet while laughing. “Oh “. He turned around noticing what he said. “Sorry about that “.

Kris became silent for a while. “What will happen to me if I forget everything?”, asked Kris. “You will never be the same again”, replied the voice. “Your mind should be renewed like a newborn child”, added the voice. “I no longer remember those people I love?”, she asked. “Yes”, the voice answered. “What would happen if I chose not to forget them?”, asked Kris. “You will be forever hurt by those memories, knowing that things will never be the same again”, said the voice. “Most of the time, you are consumed by your past that will lead you to fear, and as a guardian, it is dangerous for you to execute what you need to do”, the voice added.

I had been compelled to silence, gripped by the irrational fear that somehow even after all of those years, should I speak of it, that those things would seek me out and once again wreak havoc in my life. It has eaten my whole personality and I can’t help myself. I’ve been terrorized with those hallucinations and as time goes by it becomes vicious and dangerous. I confronted those fears and set out to vanquish those tormented memories once and for all by not sharing them with others, the delusions of a troubled child. I have held on to my scepticism and rationality for dear life. I have allowed them to define me. I have been plagued by an overwhelming sense of unease. I attributed this to th