Novel & Cerita Forget Me Not Melissa Morgan

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

There was also an old writing desk with a few sketches of horses and flowers drawn in them. "Did you paint these?" I asked as I pointed at one of her paintings on the wall. Gosh. Now that I look at her image in the perspective of another person, I realized that she indeed looked so much like me, her hair just a tad bit longer than mine. "Yes. That's my wife, Amelia. I used to draw and paint her all the time when she was alive. But now I can't seem to remember her face right. The past eight months after her death have been really hard on me. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't think." Lucas admitted. I didn't know he was such a good artist. I've never once seen him draw when I was keeping an

Cynthia Smith was written on her name tag, the lady kept on glancing at my direction as we were waiting for our movie. “Babe, don’t you think that this lady can help with my memory problem?” I asked Charlotte as I stared back at the Cashier. “Can we talk about this after the movie?” Charlotte suggested. I did not want to ruin her mood so I just nodded and I continued giving the cashier a curious stare. I knew at that moment that if I wanted to remember anything about, she was my stepping stone. A sense of relief clouded me as I saw a lead that was going to be the way to remember who I really way.

“But I know you. And yeah—shameless is exactly what you are. The moment I saw your face, I remembered. You're the woman who stole my boyfriend.” She held her glasses so tight her fingers trembled. Her lips quivered like she was on the edge of either crying or screaming. Maybe both. “The last time Liam picked up my call, the last time he saw me, everything was fine. Then poof—he disappears. Ghosts me. And now I know why. You.” I blinked slowly. My tone dropped colder. “What’s your name?” “Melissa,” she spat. “Mel, for short. Liam’s girlfriend.”

……… It was already evening when Melissa opened her eyes and found Maxwell sleeping peacefully beside her. As the memories of what had happened flooded her mind, she felt a single tear trickle down her cheek. "Why can't I stop this nonsense? When will I be able to forget and move on with my life? I'm so tired now, and I can't take it anymore," Melissa murmured. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing, and without waking Maxwell she answered the call. "Hello, Melissa here. How can I help you?" Melissa said in a polite yet forceful tone.

"How come they didn't saw this coming. They just hope and prayed she's okay. "Baby, please wake up. Morgan called in a heart broken tone as Williams,her husband rush to her immediately and touch her chest.but she wasn't breathing. She was just laying straight on the ground with no injured in her body. Gosh! That startled everybody. "How could a child fell down from a chair but didn't have any briuses in her body. This seems strange to them. " William, call the doctor. His mother rasped in as she walked towards the child and press her mouth together. "Mother" what are you doing?? Morgan bellowed at her mother in-law seeing what she was doing to her child. Within a second" Aurora blink her eye

He just watched me, waiting, some of the fight draining out of his posture as exhaustion took its place. "My memory returned three weeks ago," I said. "Almost exactly. Not fragments. Not pieces surfacing slowly the way I let you believe. All of it, arriving over the course of maybe two days, sharp and complete and utterly unwelcome." "Three weeks," Matteo repeated, quiet.

The priest gestures everyone to get to their feet as he speaks. "We are gathered here today to remember the life of Melissa Smith-Morgan. A loving mother to Allie Morgan, also passed. A friend to us all. A gift in the form of a person who touched many lives here." Over in the distance, I see Yolanda crying hard. She buries her face in her hands and sobs, while Dylan consoles her. The sight makes my heart ache. The priest keeps speaking, but I keep my eyes on the gate. No one came in yet.

Were those her memories? Melissa saw the original host's childhood memories, where she was pampered and cherished by her family. They all loved her dearly and she loved them too. She saw Duchess Rose Knight, the kind and gentle woman who taught Lady Melissa how to bake and sew. It was such a beautiful memory. Melissa didn't only see these memories but she also felt Lady Melissa's emotions, she heard and felt her deepest innermost thoughts and feelings.

She understood, perhaps for the first time, that the intense love they once shared had likely been worn away by the passage of time. After countless sleepless nights of reflection, Hermosa made a decision—she would leave this place, this land of memories and pain, and return to the peaceful place she had once known before losing her memory, to start anew. She longed for a quiet life there, one where she could leave behind all the past, including the unforgettable love and the wounds it caused, letting them drift away in the river of time. As for Melissa, her fate was as dramatic as it was tragic. She met a brutal end in a fierce conflict, her death both horrific and pitiful.