Novel & Cerita Fear Of Being Forgotten

How could I forget about the windows? "I forgot about the windows; you teased me that much and drove me so crazy I forgot the staff could have walked past at any time." I cannot believe I just forgot; I was so determined not to give in to him and so into it, I forgot all about the windows. "All in your head; if you feared people watching you, at no point would the thought of the window and the possible chance of someone looking in have left your mind. Every second you would have been thinking, "Is someone looking?"

I mentioned it to him one morning, both of us in the kitchen before the household's daily chaos had fully established itself. "I know," he said, with the simple, unhurried acknowledgment of someone who'd noticed the same thing. "I think I spent a long time building something I felt responsible for and afraid of in equal measure. Responsible for its success. Afraid of its failure. And the fear and the responsibility cancelled each other out in ways that made everything harder than it needed to be." He looked at me. "The foundation doesn't feel like that. It feels like something I'm doing because I want to, for reasons I've actually examined, with people I genuinely trust."

“Aren’t you afraid he’d despise you?” “I am!” The latter sucked in a deep breath as the thought of that happening made her tremble, but she was determined this time. “I need to do it even if I’m afraid! Ari, the scariest thing isn’t him hating me, but him not having a place for me in his heart at all. My biggest fear is that he’d forget about me one day in the future, and I’d rather have him hate me because that means he’d still remember me.”

Come on. [My worries, one second, I'll think about it.] The other line when silent for while and then seconds after, his voice came back. [Oh, okay I got it,] he added, [the thing that only worries me, as of now, is that you will forget who am I to you. That one day, you'll wake up, questioning yourself, or even the other people, what am I doing in your life. That's it.] [That's too harsh. Do you think I'll wake up one day having amnesia or diagnose with Alzheimer's? Well, I'll make sure that day won't happen.]

“So, what do I have to worry about? I worry that I won’t be able to capture everything I feel and I’ll forget it all. I worry I won’t have enough time to see everything I want to, and the world will leave me behind. That is my loneliness. Watching as both time and the world run off without me, and I forget how it feels to watch them go.” Aiden paused, the melancholy swirl of Miles’s words a cold breeze against his face. He didn’t know how to answer, “I didn’t know you like to take pictures so much.” “It used to be an obsession,” Miles laughed a little, but he wasn’t that humored. “I’ve been better about it lately, though. I think I’ve become more comfortable with forgetting.” “Why?” “Because

My eyes are blurring and I actually can’t recall a lot of things that happened in the past months and this is scaring me. I can’t remember the reason why I moved here. I can’t remember how I met Phil but I know he’s my bestfriend. I can’t remember anything remotely from my past life before I came to this town and lived with Trent. I am terrified not at the thought that I might die sooner than expected but I am terrified of dying without any memory especially of Trent. I am terrified of leaving him. Not of death but the idea of leaving him alone in this world. Trent loves me—and I love him, this would break the man.

Not fear of being caught. But fear of losing something. Me.

Regret washed over me as I realized how much I had neglected them for far too long. Fear crept in, whispering that it might be too late for me to reclaim my role in their lives. The thought of them letting me go, casting me aside, felt increasingly real. There was a growing anxiety within me, a weighty feeling that they would turn their backs on me, just as I had done to them for years. And then, at that moment, I faced my fear, confusion, and doubt head-on. I acknowledged the depth of my emotions. I was awakened, and I sensed that they were too. The impact of my actions might serve as a trigger for them to leave me.

“You’ll become someone you forgot you already were.” The fear clawed at her then. Not fear of monsters, of gods, or of Spiral-born ruin. It was fear of self. Of memory. Of permission. Because if she touched this—if she truly remembered—there would be no more lies left to hide behind. No more ‘someday.’ No more ‘almost healed.’

“I just need to finish you.” “You won’t kill me,” he said, certain. “You still need answers.” “You’re wrong.” I closed the distance. He raised a hand to defend himself. I stopped inches from him. “You’re not afraid of death,” I said. “You’re afraid of being forgotten. Buried. Made small.” I leaned in, whispering, “So here’s what I’m going to do.” He blinked.