Fear Of Being Forgotten Novels & Stories

But of course, that's not a decision I can make. Once I pass on, I hope you don't intend on forgetting about me. I would appreciate it if you can keep my memory alive, I'm afraid of being forgotten too quickly. Is that a selfish request? Perhaps. But I don't care, you fucked me up and I deserve at least this.

Summer's face had gone very still. "Gray," she said softly. "There's no fixing it," I said. "I need you to understand that. It's going to get worse. I'm going to forget things. I already do. I might forget my dad. I might forget Crew. I might forget myself eventually." I looked at her. "I don't want to forget you. I know that probably sounds strange given that you've only been in this house a short time but it's true. And I keep video clips on my phone, of conversations, of moments, so that when I lose them I can find them again."

And for the first time, I’m afraid. Because a thought slowly, methodically devours me. What if I had been there that night? What if it was me she saw? What if I don’t remember? I lower my head, broken. And I understand. What we prefer to forget… Is sometimes what destroys us the most.

I smiled at him. I am still quite worried of what may happen for the next few days staying in here. I don't know how to reach out with my parents and my friends. They might have forgotten and disowned me for hiding a long years from them. But, a thought came across in my mind that most of the time shattering my heart. Did they even think of finding me? Or at least worried about me and exerted at least an effort to look for me? And if they do, why did they let me live on my own? They might have been very mad and disappointed at me, really.

he said, tilting his head, “you’re still talking to me.” She clenched her jaw, then grabbed the mirror from her lap. “Fine.” Everyone went quiet, curious now. Naya raised the mirror, angled it until her face stared back. Pale skin under harsh lights, dark circles under her eyes, hair duller than it used to be. She opened her mouth, and to her horror, words slipped out before she could stop them. “I see someone… who’s terrified of being forgotten.” Her voice cracked, but she forced herself to keep going. “Someone who’s scared that once all this is over, people will just move on. Replace me. Like I never mattered in the first place.”

"I, I don't know. I can't speak, speak well. I can't do well either. I have forgotten something very, very important. I am sad." "Anne!" Justin's thin lips quivered as he almost blurted out, "The one you forgot is me! It's me who made you so sad!" "Shawn, very good. But, I don't dare to say it. I don't want to say it." Although she didn't say it clearly, Justin heard it distinctly. Her memory was lost. Although the people around her were doing their best to treat her well, she didn't feel safe. She didn't dare to say the words in her heart to anyone, so she could only hide them in her heart.

I want to calm down and also think about. I trailed off, pausing for a moment before gathering my courage and saying, '...Think about the memories I've forgotten.' The memories I had been afraid to think about and chosen to forget had been incomparably painful when I tried to recall them, but I think it was about time I faced them.

he said. “My past matters too. How can I have forgot that if it keeps on haunting me? I tried to eliminate those bad memories but it’s way too hard. I don’t know where to position myself” I saddened. I’m like carrying a very heavy baggage and I couldn’t just let go of it. Every day I am afraid that what if one day everyone will know the truth about me and they choose to believe what’s not true. I don’t want to be stuck again on that situation where I have to hide.

Fearing. "You must forget them." The Forgotten One says simply. "Your mates. Your family. Your love. You return to life. You live your mortal years. You die naturally. Immune to the Absolute because you forgot why you wanted to live. Forgot who you loved. Forgot what made you desperate. You become immune through amnesia. Protected through forgetting. Free through loss." Horror crashes through my fading consciousness. "I have to forget my family? My mates? My Luna? My Hope? Everyone I love? That's the price?"

My deepest fear at this point was that by the time this was over killing would become a menial task. I wanted to forget the unforgettable. I knew I never would… but maybe if I pretended, it would eventually become reality.