Novel & Cerita Forget Me Not

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

He climbed back into the pickup, started the engine, and drove away without another word, leaving only the dust settling in the clearing and the two-line message in Eli’s hand. Nora read the lines again. *The second name is the one who taught her how to forget.* The secret was still not given — no identity, no full explanation — but the shape of it had grown sharper and more personal. Someone had actively helped erase her memories. Someone close enough to teach forgetting. She looked up at Eli. The romantic current that had been running under every moment since the motel flared hotter, tangled now with a fresher, more urgent need for answers. “Back to where the voice first found you,” she sa

"Hello?" ​The same mysterious female voice spoke from the other end. "Watch the video." ​Javier stiffened as he overheard. "What video?" ​"The one inside the package," the woman replied. ​Nina's grip tightened around the phone. "Who are you?" ​The woman ignored the question. "If you want to know why your husband forgot your anniversary... start by learning what happened six years ago." ​The call disconnected. ​Without wasting another second, Nina hurried to her laptop and inserted the flash drive. Only one untitled file appeared on the screen. Javier clicked play.

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p

“Now wipe that look on your face—it wasn’t your fault.” “How is it not my fault—I literally can’t remember that simple thing!” I exclaimed and get inside the car before curling in on myself. If I can forget that already—who knows what I will forget soon enough. I might even forget my friends, my students and heck—Phillip and Trent!

Triple J suddenly paused, he couldn’t remember the scene anymore. “Wait, I remembered!” he muttered. “I mean, it was there one minute and now it is gone, believe me sister, I really did remember something.” He said in panic. “It is alright, I am glad that your memory is slowly returning. Maybe coming out here really did help you, but now it is time to go home, and throw away that yogurt.” Rebecca uttered as she walked away to get changed out of the bikini. Triple J stood there trying to make the memory return, how did he remember and forget so soon? The scene was playing vividly in his head one minute and it was gone in the next.

My eyes widened at her aggressive tone. She looked annoyed and pissed off. I swallowed hard. What is happening? Is it possible for us to forget someone after not seeing them for several years? I do not think that is possible. Unless you have an amnesia, of course. "W-Wait, Miss." I tried to think about what to say. I do not think I would be able to sleep peacefully tonight if I would not be able to make her remember me. Her brows were knitted in annoyance as she waited for my words.

My body missed her. The ache became unbearable. Heat pooled low, insistent, demanding. I leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on the screen, hand sliding down before I could stop myself. I touched myself to the memory playing out in front of me — the way she had arched, the way she had whispered my name like it was the only truth she still believed in. Every stroke was edged with pain. With longing. With the sharp, twisting knowledge that this was all I had left of her right now. “I really missed you,” I whispered to the screen, voice rough and broken. “My body does. It remembers you even when I try to forget.”

The night before the wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids were too excited to sleep, so someone suggested writing down what they wanted to say to me on a slip of paper anonymously. I closed my eyes in anticipation, thinking I would receive all kinds of blessings. But when I opened the first note, I froze. [You witch. If you hadn't forced my brother, Nora would be my sister-in-law by now!] Nora Harris… She was my best friend. She had called me three hours earlier with red eyes, apologizing, saying that she had to go on a business trip all of a sudden and could not attend my wedding. With trembling hands, I kept reading… [The wedding ring he bought you was the one Nora rejected. Sh

words which by now he knew by heart. Yes, Sarah remembered his wish, to go back and live as if she had never met him. With difficulty, she had. Never once had she mentioned what happened to her during these few weeks before she landed in the hospital. No one knew. However, she couldn't accomplish the other part of the wish which was to forget him. She never forgot him and never could. She couldn't forgot his memories as the hardest memories to erase are those which never saw the light of reality. Good memories hurt because they are good and bad memories hurt because they are bad. And so was his case.