Forget Mr 소설 & 이야기

“Really? I don’t remember you at all.” “That’s impossible,” she whispered, her eyes trembling as she muttered to herself, dazed and broken. “No, Mr. Wilson must be wrong. You can’t have lost your memory.” Her voice cracked, and she cried until she could barely breathe.

My boyfriend, Yves Warren, had a memory disorder. No matter what I told him, he could only hold on to it for half an hour. Once those thirty minutes were up, everything was wiped clean. Then, at a party, he drew a challenge that required him to tell everyone everything he knew about my best friend. Worried he'd be embarrassed, I quickly tried to bail him out with a laugh. "Let him draw another one. He won't remem..." Before I could finish, Yves spoke. "Xenia Quade. Twenty-three years old. Five foot five. Weighs ninety-four and a half pounds. "Allergic to mangoes. Laughs a lot. Loves the water. Doesn't like sleeping alone at night..." The words rolled off his tongue as if he'd rehearsed them

I couldn't give her that power again, because if this is how I feel with only one day of seeing her again, I didn't want to think about what it would be like when our contracts in between ended and she had to leave. I needed to do everything I could to prevent this from happening, so I turned to my friend for help. “Alex, help me. I need to forget her.” He just looked at me like I was crazy. “You haven't been able to forget her in eleven years and you want me to do a miracle?” “You’ve never been in love, you must have some secret, so tell me.” I sounded desperate, but it’s because I was. “I don't have a secret formula, you know, but... I have something that can help you.”

He enters his car and drives off to her place knowing full well that another person was likely to answer the doorbell but wanted to use his drunk state as an excuse. On the first ring, the door swings open to reveal the face of the person that keeps messing with his mind lately. Just for this night, he wanted to believe Anna Davenport was his ex, Hannah McCall but before he could utter any word, he found himself vomiting on the figure in front of him as he remembers the look of dread in those hazel eyes before passing out.

she explained. I somehow felt proud and amazed by my man. He was always very sweet and helpful even to the people he didn't know well. He then met my eyes and smiled. "I was actually looking at her because she looks familiar to me and that time that thing happened," Barack butt in causing us to look at him. "She seems familiar in my sight, thinking that I have seen her somewhere and now I just remembered that I've really seen her photo in your phone, Mi Amore," he cleared his words.

'' he exclaimed ''oops sorry'' he gets up and sits ''anyways, what do you think?' ''that's great, except for the fact you can't get out during the day for a while'' ''I could teach you'' ''really? that would be great'' my phone finally makes a buzz. I quickly check and see that the person had replied _____meet me at the gym tomorrow morning 8 am I give it to Johnny to read ''okay Rat, listen to what I have to say.when you meet up with the person tomorrow make sure the person tells you what the secret is first before you do the memory whipe''

I could tell she was making an effort to tell us that she already gave that address to Sarah. Oh, Mr. Hauser, I am so sorry but I don't have it anymore. I gave it to the lady that came this morning. Don't you remember anything from it? A name or something? I am afraid not. I have a short memory; you see, I have a huge memory issue. I am sorry, I didn't mean to put pressure on you, ma'am.

I don't know what to do to make him remember me. Is this really a love or obsession? Is he really able to remember me? Or I was just the one who's hoping that he will remember me in just 1 month? My tears flow's down from my eyes thinking about him. I wish I can change what happened but I can't turn back time anymore.

Ariana recalled everything about her last meeting with her mother which went sour. She had forgotten all about it before but it suddenly came rushing back to her mind again. Since she decided to not contact her mother again, she had tried to erase her from her mind so this forced remembrance made her upset, she frowned and said, “If you remember vividly the one who paid your tuition and took care of you since you were seven, you will remember that we both do not have a mother.” She turned to leave when her brother said,

Flinch who sometimes turns childish or even absent-minded because of his illness. After placing the mango juice beside Mr. Flinch's plate, Jonas glanced at his watch and hastily picked up his coat which he had draped over the arm of the sofa. No need to say goodbye to Mr. Flinch because he knows it makes no difference. Mr. Flinch won't remember him in an hour. His short term memory would erase everything he saw at this time and only give him a few random pictures that meant nothing to him anymore.