Forget Me Not Novels & Stories

"Hannie, don't forget to feed Evie's dog today." Trevor Hayes' voice came through the phone—the voice I would never forget. I stood frozen, unable to believe what I was seeing. Outside the window, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" played faintly, as if the holidays refused to end. I rushed to the mirror. My skin was smooth again, and the scar was completely gone. Then, it hit me. I, Hannah Shaw, had come back to life.

Summer's Pov Ruby had forgotten. That was the thing I kept turning over in my head the whole drive back, trying to make it make sense. Ruby never forgot. Ruby remembered the birthday of every person she had ever cared about, including a girl from primary school she hadn't spoken to in four years. It was just who she was. Why did she forget mine today? But today she had packed my bag, driven me around, collected something from a store, handed me a drink, and said absolutely nothing.

I really miss him calling me sunshine. Why do I still remember you, Levi? When you already forget me. I erased your memory but forgot to erase mine. I did not erase my memory intentionally. It's just I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget the joy of love. I want to remember you. Remember what you look like. No matter if it's been a thousand or ten thousand years. Whether you still remember me or not. I'll remember you always. You are my beautiful mistake. That I never want it to fade from my mind and heart. I want to keep you safe in my heart's secret locker. So that I can cherish you all my life. I can't be with you. But I can keep you, your beautiful smile, and all the beautifu

"I can forget her." A mirthless, mocking chuckle that I don't recognize escapes my lips. Who am I kidding? There's no way I can forget about her. I'm doomed, that's it. Doomed.

Like he's making sure I never forget. And I forget how to breathe. And I forget how to think. And I forget everything except him. Except us. Except this. Except forever. Except our future.

Hence, every time I left home, I would stick a note on the fridge door. I wrote what she should eat for lunch, which shelf the food was on, and how long to heat it in the microwave. I would also write, "It's me, your husband. Don't be afraid. I'm on duty today. Be home by 8:00 pm." Whenever she panicked and searched around the apartment in a daze, seeing that note was the only thing that could put her mind at ease. For the past three years, I had written hundreds of them.

Forgot pain. Forgot everything except the man holding her like he wanted to consume every broken piece she had left. --- Morning sunlight spilled across white sheets. Elena stirred slowly. Her head ached faintly. The room was silent. Too silent. She opened her eyes. Empty. The stranger was gone. A strange disappointment settled unexpectedly in her chest. Then she noticed the folded note beside the pillow. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it. Only two words were written there. > Forget me. Elena stared at the message for a long time while her heart sank into something she couldn’t explain. Because somehow— She already knew she never would.

Forget me. Imagine you've never met me. Put me in the drawer of your memories—both the good and the bad. It doesn't matter the slightest. Ignore the existence of our story. You won't find anything extraordinary there anyway. See me as if I were a speck of dust. It's not very bad but what is it for? It ruins the landscape.

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

He looked at me “I need fresh air.” I tried to laugh but the tears are really on my eyes “I excuse myself first... Auntie.” She looked at me crying. “Came back okay” I nodded and I decided to leave. When I came out of the door, I immediately sat down and cried. He doesn't remember me anymore. but all our memories came back to me, how we met, and how we became in a relationship. I will make you remember anything, my love. Your mind may forget me but I know your heart won't.