I Got A Feeling That I Just Can't Erase Novels & Stories

The thought was equally unbearable, but in a different, more twisted way. “They… they wouldn’t even know what they lost,” I murmured, voice trembling. The idea of erasing myself from their hearts felt like a betrayal of everything we once shared, of the love I knew burned within us. But they already didn’t remember me, and at least this way, they’d be safe. Safe but… without our memories…

Not because I am not able to but because I just can’t. Gosh, I can remember the feel of his lips on mine and the way they captured mine. Gosh, I kept clenching and unclenching thighs. This guy was affecting me ways I could not comprehend but still, I can’t give in to this want or need for him. I have to get rid of it the sooner the better.

But I can’t shake what happened. Because something inside me shifted just now. And I don’t think it’s going away. Not this time. Something is starting.

I don't know why, but my heart feels like someone’s squeezing it with a vice. I have a very bad feeling that I can't seem to shake. “They won't win.” Anderson speaks as he watches me through the rare view mirror. “No they won't.”

“I’m not done with you.” “I can’t keep doing this." “You already are.” He was right. I had crossed the line and erased it behind me. And part of me hoped I’d never go back.

Yet, I have never uttered a complaint because the sensation feels so incredibly pleasurable and unquestionably right. I want to remember everything. It’s frustrating to have these gaps in my head, like missing puzzle pieces. I can’t pinpoint what caused it, and he hasn’t provided a clear explanation. I understand he doesn’t want to overwhelm me, but there are still too many missing pieces for me to make sense of it all.

“Remember this, Ava. Remember I am your first and I intend to be your first in everything.” He said stroking my cheeks and took steps backward… further away after a kiss on my forehead. Have you ever felt like erasing something from your life? It was the one thing that you have wanted for your whole life yet when it’s in your hands you feel like abandoning it and run away. Something inside you keeps shouting at you to turn your back and walk away.

What about some painful memories that can never been erased? He voiced out almost without breathing, and I felt agony in his tone of voice. "well In my own opinion one can actually erase those painful memories if the person Gives the world a chance to make him happy no matter what" I said and he didn't say anything. He just wore jacket and was set to leave. "Wait a minute Parker.." I said and he turned to face me. "Why are you doing this to me??" I let out one big question I've been laboring in my mind

I would never be able to get away from it. “How do you mean?” Gina asked. “You don’t exactly get off people like that, Gina. They are always there, somehow. They are like a badly formed shadow that you cannot get rid of, trust me,” I said to her. “I am sorry about that,” Gina said. “It’s fine,” I said. I shrugged off the bad comment from Mark and pushed down the bad taste of it from my tongue with the wine in my hand.

It was like I had ceased to exist. At first, I told myself they needed time. Maybe they felt guilty. Maybe they would realize what they had done and try to fix it. But as the hours stretched into days, the truth became painfully clear. They weren’t coming back. They had erased me as easily as deleting a message. And I was done waiting. On the fourth morning, I blocked them both. No hesitation. No dramatic farewell text. Just a simple tap of my finger, cutting them out like they should have never been there in the first place. It wasn’t instant relief, but it was a start.