Novel & Cerita Finding Memories

After that, Sophie became a little sad and depressed as she said, “A human’s memory in itself is already not that good. Not many people will be able to remember everything. Humans can only remember certain things more clearly by using repetition to deepen and etch them deeply in our memory. This is similar to how we used to memorize our textbooks when we were young…” “In the first few days after returning from Japan, our benefactor’s face and appearance were still clearly etched in my mind. However, after so many days, his appearance seems to have become increasingly blurred. I have been trying to constantly think of him so that I can have a deeper impression of him etched into my memory, bu

"Is that even possible?" "It's not common doesn't mean it doesn't happen. Her case is rare." Ramon replied with a roll of his eyes. Maverick nodded his head and let out an exasperated sigh. "What's the solution then? How do we get her brain to unwrap the memories so she can remember me?" "In my opinion, by making her visit places that would trigger her memory or telling her about it. That should work." "There's no drug to make her remember?" "Like what? A forget me not flower?" Ramon teased and Maverick grabbed the pack of tissue on his table chunking it at him.

Cool water begins to creep up my skin, extinguishing the fire, one inch at a time. His words from a decade ago return to me, haunting and sharp. They echo over and over. Save me. I do not understand why they linger or why he lingers… The flames dissolve. The scene dissolves. Darkness surrounds me, and cold water presses against my back. My limbs feel heavy as I lie submerged, staring up into the blackness. A presence shifts beside me, familiar and ancient. “ Why do I keep seeing these memories? ” My voice is raw, the words escaping with a shiver. “ Why am I dreaming about things I could not even recall before? ”

Max Memories are a strange notion. I remember small bits and pieces of my childhood. Moments of my brother and I swinging in the backyard or walking to school together in the morning. I remember our Christmases, or the time we decided to make thanksgiving dinner for mom which ended in a disaster when we nearly caught the house on fire. I remember when I got the call about dad's death, and the moment I met Shawna. But, as I walk slowly down the corridor that is filled with filthy cell after filthy cell, the same memory kindles inside me on constant set of repetitive notions.

“It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.” “Will that help me remember?” “It might. Basically, you’ll have to meditate and try to remember anything from your parents … their faces, voices, anything. Then you focus on an unforgettable scene with them. Let it play in your mind … it will slowly expand. You see, the memories in our heads are always linked to each other. If you unlock a memory, then you can slowly unlock the others, one at a time.”

I say and he frowns while staring at me. "I just want to remember about the accident. That's what I want most," he says and I understand him very well. I stare back into his eyes as I ponder quietly. Flashing back on all the things we did for him to gain some of his memories back. An idea pops up in my medulla and I gasp. "That's it! We need to find a trigger. Something that'll trigger you so that you can remember. The way Sabrina's presence triggered you," I say and I take his hands into mine.

"I badly want to know. I did some research but I'm not confident in what I read on the internet." Elias nodded. "Her memories may return spontaneously to mind, years after an event, especially when triggered by a sight, smell, or other environmental stimuli. But these memories aren't pristine. The guy's forehead creased. "What do you mean not pristine?" "They show up as blurry," Elias replied and heaved a sigh. "Just show your face to her every day and let your presence trigger her lost memories." "But what if those lost memories are the memories that brought her trauma?"

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

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