Good Memory Verses Novels & Stories

C H A P T E R 1 2 : F R A G I L E T H I N G C A L L E D M E M O R Y Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates. Marcel Proust ~ As I am driving home, I remember that I have not called my mom today, so I fish out my phone and dial her number. Strange enough, she does not pick it up. I give it one more try yet still no answers. I toss my phone to the seat next to me as I focus my eyes on the road.

It was heavy and oppressive. “These substances,” George continued, his tone sharpening slightly, “when used repeatedly and over long periods, can interfere with how the brain stores and retrieves memories. They do not just block memory in the moment—they disrupt the structure of memory itself.” My fingers trembled slightly. No. No… “That’s not possible,” I whispered, shaking my head faintly. “I would know if I was being drugged—” “No,” June’s voice came gently from the doorway as she stepped inside, her expression sympathetic but firm. “Not necessarily.”

Rumors always traveled faster than truth. After the meeting, Lena joined me near the hallway. "You handled that well," she said. "I wasn’t sure if they were about to promote me or arrest me," I said, half-laughing. "Maybe both." I leaned against the wall. "They’re not wrong, though. These flashes... they keep coming. Business terms. Financial figures. Strategies. I don’t remember why I know them, but I do. It’s like muscle memory for the mind." She nodded slowly. "You were brilliant once. You still are."

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

A tingle runs down my spine. This must be sensitive for her. I tried to encourage her. “You’re an amazing person, Danica and you’re doing well on.” Hurriedly I continue, “I wanted to ask you, how do you remember each piece so well?” She raised her head, and it was obvious that she was more comfortable with this topic of conversation. She tapped her temple. “I see the music. Like a painting.” “You have a photographic memory?” “Photographic memory? I don’t know. I see the music in colors. It is the colors that help me to remember.”

LIVIA (CHIARA) I was taught how to remember before I was taught what was worth remembering. They never explained it that way, of course. They used gentler words. Words that sounded like care. Support. Training. Recovery. They told me memory was a muscle, and like any muscle, it needed to be exercised. They told me forgetting was a symptom, not a choice. They told me remembering was a responsibility. I believed them because believing was easier than noticing what belief was costing me. At first, they asked me questions with answers.

FLASHBACK!! THIRTEEN YEARS AGO!! (RORY'S POV) Being named a genius gave me clarity on one thing I had been personally pondering over for years. How clear the memory of my last day with my mum is. I don’t think it’s normal that a small child remembers every detail so clearly. So is it bevause I am a genuis or because of the trauma? I am certain that most people think I don't remember. I was not even five yet. I mean it was only less than a week to my fifth birthday but still, not five yet!

He only forgot the things that were not beneficial to him and remembering very carefully the things that were beneficial to him, then everyone in this world wanted to have a bad memory as his. "It seems my memory isn't very good either, I seem to have forgotten everything I said before." I said with a regretful tone "Don't worry, if you don't remember well, I'll remember to help you." Matthew said sweetly. “How can I believe that someone with a bad memory like you can remember exactly what I said? If you don't even remember what you did, how can you remember exactly what I said?" I raised my voice. "You are very important to me, even if I forget who I am, I will not forget the words you said

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.