Fugget About It Characters Novels & Stories

He shook his head slightly. “I know I said something, but” He hesitated. “It’s not there.” Silence. The bond pulsed. But didn’t react. Didn’t spike. Didn’t resist. Like it didn’t register anything wrong. Lyra’s voice dropped. “…that’s not possible.” The First Deviation woman stepped forward sharply. “It is now.” The man added quietly: “The system doesn’t delete memory.” He paused. “It replaces the need for it.” Silence. Kael exhaled slowly.

He turned his back on her once again, completely ignoring her existence and leaving her to scream in frustration alone inside the silent office. Deep within his heart, Mike knew that he had become trapped in an endless labyrinth of regret. His thoughts remained entirely fixated on Elara's name, mourning the departure of the woman he now realized had taken every piece of his soul with her.

While feeding Margot, he pondered over what she had said. Had she mistaken him for Curtis again? Was it possible that she remembered everyone except Curtis? With these thoughts in mind, Tommy tentatively asked her, "Margot, are you familiar with someone named Curtis Crosby?" Curtis Crosby? Margot frowned and shook her head. "Nope. Who is he? Is he your friend?" Tommy was at a loss for words. Based on Margot's reaction, it definitely seemed like she remembered everyone except Curtis. Curtis, standing at the door, heard every word that Margot said. He found it hard to accept that Margot remembered everyone except him after waking up this time. Why, out of all people, did she happen to forget h

And his eyes appear to struggle to tear themselves away from me. I don’t think my brain feels capable of working that sort of thing out right about now. He acts so peculiar, and I have never met a man quite like him, that I can remember... the way he acts confuses me... My whole body aches, and my brain just feels kind of fuzzy… slower than it ever did before. I had to hit my head. But the doctor hasn’t told me I did. Although I don’t think the doctor has told me much at all… something about memory… but I think they have to be wrong, I can remember just fine. Other than not knowing who these people are, but that isn’t memory when they are strangers, is it?

Even more beautiful than before. However— Ella simply walked past him. As though he didn't exist. Tim's smile stiffened. "Beautiful damsel!" Ella stopped. Turned. Then looked confused. "Do I know you?" The words struck Tim harder than a slap. For several seconds, he couldn't speak. She genuinely didn't remember him. The heir of the Fredamo family. Forgotten. Meanwhile, Ella looked increasingly puzzled. Seeing her taxi approaching, she prepared to leave. "Wait!" Tim grabbed her wrist.

And yet, none of them—neither Silvanus, nor Lindy, nor Bob—could she remember. What kind of accident had truly happened to her, and why had it stolen so much of her memory?

Inside, one phrase: He’s not the only one who forgot. Attached was a picture. Me. Crying. In the hospital. A date scrawled across the bottom. It was the day after Callum's accident. "That’s not possible," I whispered, looking confused. Ava frowned. "You don’t remember?" She said coming to sit beside me. I shook my head. My heart thudded. "I was never at that hospital. I was locked in the estate." But the image didn’t lie.

He couldn't even find a single hair belonging to Fiona in there. But he still held out hope and opened Fiona's drawer, only to find that couple's wristwatch that she had left, placed on top of a card that read: Wishing you happiness in the future. So in the end, Fiona could be understanding enough to tell him that in the end, just as she wouldn't leave any trace of herself after she left. But how was Duke going to be happy without her? As Duke dropped to the floor, he started sobbing silently until Sienna called out gingerly, "Duke…?"

The guy was far gone, but Ryland kept hitting him, the body now a lifeless, bloody mound. “What a waste,” Ryland muttered, laughing roughly. He shook the numb man like he was waiting for him to stand up. “Now, who is going to clean up this mess, huh? Get up,” he snarled, slapping him once more in a good measure. “Alpha.” His Beta, Caleb had broken finally, cautiously but steadfastly. “What?” Ryland growled, losing patience. “Can you not tell that I am in the midst of something?” “Alpha, this is important,” said the Beta sharply.

"What's all this?" "Our anniversary," she said. The silence that followed had a specific quality — she'd learned to read Lewis's silences the way you learned weather. This one was the silence of a man calculating backward through a calendar. "Oh God." He set his briefcase down. "I completely forgot. I'm so sorry, I—" "You forgot." "The Singapore negotiations have been insane and Regina needed—" "You forgot our anniversary, Lewis." He loosened his tie. Looked at the cold food, the candles burned to stubs, her face.