I Can't Remember To Forget You Book Novels & Stories

"She's so bright, so amazing. It's okay to feel a little jealous.” "However, remember, you're Mrs. Ferguson." He shifted the conversation, his voice growing serious, "Remember to act properly. Let's pretend that the last few days were just a bad dream, okay? From now on, we'll live happily." Tania closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they were calm. She whispered, "Okay." She planned to forget everything about that place, including Samuel, once she left. Samuel let out a sigh of relief, loosened his grip, and gave her shoulder a pat, "Go get dressed. I've had some new jewelry sent up for you.”

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"Goddess, Remy. I didn't know." "Didn't know?" I screamed, the anger I had suppressed for years boiling over. "You pointed a gun at my son! You called him a thing! You held a silver blade to my throat and asked me who I was!" "I know!" he roared back, slamming his fist into the ground. "I remember everything now. The blast... it broke the wall. But I didn't do it, Remy. I swear to the Moon, I didn't choose to forget you."

"I know I've changed a lot, but there's no way you actually forgot your childhood best friend, right? I—" "I didn't forget," I cut him off sharply. "But we haven't spoken in years. So, it feels a bit inappropriate for you to act like this overly familiar, Mr. Vega." The words cut like a knife. I watched Julian's smile crumbled completely. His jaw clenched slightly, and the joyful spark in his eyes died instantly, replaced by a look of sheer, undeniable hurt. "Overly familiar?" Julian echoed my words in a quiet, strained voice, as if in utter disbelief. "El, we grew up together in Solverde. We promised we'd—"

She still remembered the exact moment she had first fallen for the boy who had fought beside her, and all she'd wanted back then was to keep that smile on my face forever. That was it. Now that I no longer loved her and she could no longer provide the stability I wanted, the least she could do was avoid destroying my happiness. She kept repeating that promise to herself like a mantra. She would watch over me until the wedding, see me get my happy ending, and then she would walk away with some dignity. But when the actual wedding day arrived, the overwhelming regret and resentment she felt completely tore her apart. If she'd never lost her memory, I would be her husband right now.

There is only him this time, the two others out of sight and he strolls in like he didn’t for sure, hear me screaming for help. “You.” I say, wondering whether the chains will be long enough for me to lunge for him, catch him unawares and force him to get me out of here. ”I remember you.” I say. Not just the flashes I got earlier either. It is a miracle I forgot about him before now. “What did you do to my brain? Hie did I forget about you?” “If you’re worried about forgetting about me again, then you’ll be glad to know we’ve left that point behind.”

And yet, buried in the middle of all those impossible lines, were three words I recognized. Do not forget. My pulse quickened. “Forget what?” I whispered, staring at the page. The room didn’t answer. For a moment, I wanted to tear the page out, burn it, destroy whatever it was that had come from me. But then I remembered Nia’s laugh, Wayne’s little hum, Dexter’s stubbornness when his handwriting didn’t line up straight. I couldn’t bring my darkness into this place. So, I closed the book, locked it in the drawer, and smiled at the empty room as though it were full of life, then I left to go get lunch too, then the day was over.

"Forget it? How can I?" "You even forget me," I muttered, and I had finally the bravery to stare at his eyes. "And so you can also forget me as what you did to me." "And now you're just saying the truth. That you are just setting a revenge to me. Do you want me to feel being forgotten?" "I think so." "Damn, Sydney! I unintentionally forgot you!" "I know! I know that already! Just.. Stop asking me! Go back to your work and please forget all my disguises."

All I needed to do was grab a taxi to the hotel. My legs failed before I got to the street. The concrete bit into my jeans, making my knees sting. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. He didn’t hate me. He didn’t choose his dream or his old life over me. He didn’t think they were better. He didn’t decide he could do better. I couldn’t hate him over this. I couldn’t fucking hate him. I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t move on. Because he didn’t remember. He never remembered me. Our time. All of it. The whirlwind, the promises, the adoration, the love. I was the only one who held it. The half of a heart and soul that was left of me screamed in pain. It was as though it all n

On my way home from work, I realized a man I didn't know was following me. I called my husband, Cassian Bellamy, for help, hoping he could come pick me up. Instead, he sent me a few cold voice messages. "Can you stop acting like you're being followed all the time? We live in a society governed by laws. Where's this creep you're talking about?" "Also, if someone really is following you, what do you think he's going to do? You're a married woman. I'm busy right now, so take a cab home yourself." I hid in the corner of a 24-hour convenience store, trembling from head to toe. It wasn't until a torrential downpour began that the creepy figure finally left. I ran home in the dark, soaked to