Forget Mr 소설 & 이야기

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

He couldn't. Hope surged through my veins as I hurriedly picked up the second bottle and turned it to read its label. Remembro. And, that's was when all that was glued back together with hope. Shattered all over again. Pieces of me laid there on the floor. Shattered. Tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, making them shine. Remembro is an illegal drug in Eleneas. It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things.

“ So that asshole left me here without waking me up, “ I mumbled and scoffed. “ Excuse me? I didn’t quite get what you said. “ The Air hostess asked me with a mean look on her face. “ That’s why it’s called mumbling, “ I retorted because I was in a bad mood for being woken up when I was just beginning to enjoy my sleep. “ Mr Taylor is waiting for you in his car outside, “ The Air hostess said and scoffed before walking away from me. When I looked at my phone to check the time, it was 8:25 p.m. But another thing caught my attention. It was a notification from my bank.

Robert appeared now "Are you okay?" Robert asked "No" I sniffed as I sat up properly on the bench "I'm not okay, Robert, far from it, I'm dying" I said seriously, to which both men furrowed their eyebrows confused "my memories, I mean, they're dying, I don't remember my birthday, I don't remember my parents birthday, but Annabelles family? I remember everything" I was full on crying now "I can't remember my best friends name, the name of my first crush is a mystery, Annabelles memories are taking over, and the only way to fix this is to kill Thomas, and I can't just kill a man, no matter how angry he makes me" I sounded defeated

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

“Some of these people will have family or friends in their pack that they would want to bring along. They’d have to go home today to tell them and then make other plans to get them out. Maybe I talk to them tomorrow?” “That sounds reasonable,” Alaric said. Thea finished her lists then dug into her lunch. “I did some research on amnesia and memory retrieval,” Misty said. “There are a lot of options and things to try if you want to, but the most effective one seems to be doing things from childhood. The deeper or older the memory, the better. Smells, sights, sounds. Involve the senses—that type of thing. So if you went swimming a lot as a child, go swimming. If you baked cakes, do that.”

"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…"

I had loved my grandfather and I never even met him and to have him break my heart like this was just too much to bear. So without thinking I was doing the one thing that would make everyone happy. I looked over at the neuroscientist with my resolve and spoke the words that would be the end of who I was, hopefully forever. “You can erase my memories, I have no need for them since Bella Emerson is dead.”

The doctor, whom I kept on staff, told me: "This kind of amnesia can last for years. Sometimes memory returns suddenly. Sometimes never." I replied that I preferred "never." But he looked at me for a long moment, as if he knew I was lying. LYRA I've been sleeping poorly for weeks. The dreams keep coming back. Always the same: the sea, the storm, a cry in the wind, then a face I cannot make out. Each time I open my eyes in the morning, I smell sea spray in the room, as if the ocean had never left my sheets.

"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."