Gift Of Memories Novels & Stories

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

Yuna scoffed, “I can’t believe this. I thought that you bestowed a special gift only to me, because you felt bad about what I went through during my first lifetime.” God laughed nervously, “I did feel bad, but I never told you that only you were getting the gift. There is innumerable amount of people in this world and some of them were bound to get this gift. Haven’t you seen or heard about other people that had perfect memory?” Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.”

I was confused by the text he sent as I read it again. Wayne: Thank you again for saving my daughter last night. She was much calmer and we spoke to her for a while, but she didn't seem to remember you when your name came up. I know this might be hard but considering what she has been through it would be best if you give her a couple of days to recover. I can’t tell for sure how long it will take for the memories to come back. I hope you understand. Wayne

I let out a sigh and said, "Wait here, I'll get juice for me." "Wait." He gave me a can saying, "It's a watermelon drink. Except it's in a can." I took it from him and started drinking it. In the middle I asked him, "It's surprising that you still remember my preferences." "You don't know about my memories. I remember every little detail no matter how long it's been." "I vaguely remember my childhood days. What about you? Do you remember anything from your childhood?" He turned away from looking at me and answered, "Yes. I do remember. Remembering is not always considered a gift, it's a curse sometimes."

I was expecting a problem or something, so I wasn’t prepared when he suddenly went down on one knee and proposed. I was shocked, happy, excited, and I looked at him with tears in my eyes and went to say yes, but a memory flashed through my mind before I could. It wasn’t mine, but I felt it’s sadness as the memory of a marriage that turned into a gravestone. It was a reminder. A reminder that I am immortal and that marriage should be obsolete. Love should be obsolete. It will only bring me pain.

"I am saying that maybe someday...hopefully, with the rightful path, maybe there's room for forgiveness. But we will not forget..." A look of utter dazed crossed my features. What he said took me by surprise. An outburst of warmth emotion flow within me. And it reminded me of a beautiful scenery, the sands meeting the ocean waves as if reuniting and saying their goodbyes. The benevolence made me realize I was capable of saying goodbye to my past. And that is what happens in the future. I will be in complete control of it. "I want to recover my memories," I confidently blurted.

But there is a story behind it, there's a history inside that reminds Debbie of old times when they were still in first grade. Back in 1st grade, chocolate candy was always in Debbie's pocket. Her favorite snack at that time. Back than, one day she had a big fight with Sarah. Debbie forgot what they were arguing about that time. It's like Sarah apologizing present time. Sarah gives Debbie’s favorite chocolate candy inside a plastic bag tied in rubber. It make Debbie laugh when think of it again. Yes, this kind of apology reminds Debbie of the events of that time. It turns out that Sarah still remembers her even times passed, as well as these chocolate candies is a proof. With this kind of wa

he said with that stupid charismatic smile, holding up a plastic bag with something inside. I warily regarded it. "Come on, Aria. Just give me some time, please?" I exhaled, annoyed. "Fine." I'd left my clothes and towel over by the door, and so I walked over to begin throwing it on over my work out skins. "But for the record...," I said, grabbing the plastic bag from his hand after I'd changed, "this is the shittiest gift wrapping I've ever received." He laughed. "Apologies, it was a last minute gift."

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

I had to cram all those things into the trash can downstairs, throwing away all the memories—both the good and the bad. As I shoved the last dress into the bin, Ethan's voice shook the air. "Summer, why are you tossing out the clothes I made for you?" I spun around to see the three brothers lined up behind me, their eyes wide and worried. Nelson dashed to the trash, not caring about the mess, and started digging. He found the gifts from him and Jasper that I had thrown out. Their eyes were red as they asked, "Summer, you loved those things, didn't you? Why are you getting rid of them?"