Fear Of Being Forgotten Novels & Stories

You know you irrevocably love someone when the thought of losing them makes you forget how to breathe. The fear that gripped me as I watched Liam collapse on the ground was something, I realized I will never forget in my life. Ever. It was going to haunt me for the rest of my life like a scar... reminding me of the momentary coma I just experienced. Move you, idiot!

Like that session unlocked something I don’t know how to look at yet. But there’s something else, too. Not comfort, exactly. Not yet. But a kind of... possibility. A fragile thought I don’t want to trust but can’t completely push away: Maybe... I’m not alone anymore. And maybe, just maybe, that matters.

The memory started to come back to me. “She said that the Moon Goddess does everything for a reason. That when we experience great loss, it opens us up for great love.” I continued the story for Saph. “We just have to be willing to accept it.” Emmy added the last part of what Mama said, finally remembering. “Exactly! We just have to be willing to accept it!” Saph repeated the words that Emmy spoke of our memory with Mama. “You know that Mama always had a sixth sense about things. Father said that about her too. Maybe she knew. Maybe she knew you would find your fated mate someday. You can’t run from this, Daya.” Saph pleaded with me. A part of me wanted to agree with her. I recall how incite

I can control my feelings in front of any person but not from him. “Remember that you can never lose anything without gaining something .” He comes closer to me. “You are treating me like an unknown. Why don’t you understand that I’m part of you.” He says. “Nobody is afraid of the unknown what you really fear is the loss of the known.” I say these lines of Anthony de Mello to make him understand that he is part of me. “Don’t do this please”, he whispers into my hair. “Please not now.” He squeezes me tighter and then kiss against my forehead. I look away.

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.]

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.

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.