I Remember You Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. The screen lit up, and my breath caught as an old memory played before my eyes. It was a re-creation of the ball from my 18th birthday—the one night that had always lingered in my heart like a bittersweet dream. The fog, the music, the way he had taken my hand and led me onto the dance floor... it all came flooding back. The video ended with a simple phrase: “ I remember you.” My heart stopped. I turned to Zayn, my mouth slightly open in shock. “You remember?” I whispered, my voice shaky.

"I don't care if you don't remember me. I will make you remember. I will build you a new memory. Just stay alive until I find you." ---

I said as I block her path "Go away! Go away!'"she yelled at me "You knew who I was right? That was why you said that I have to remember and I have Remember, I have recovered my lost memory but some thing else is bothering me , I can't remember all of it, I can't remember how I lost my memory, how I ended up with my foster parents,the last thing I remember was the day of my mom funeral, no matter how hard I try I can't remember the rest"

I had to remember my name. Re…R…it started with an R. Re…R…R… Closing my eyes, I laid down on the cold ground and pulled my knees to my chest. My memories were all broken, shattered around the place. Re…Rebe… Rebecca. It sounded correct. Familiar. It sounded like me . Rebecca. My name is Rebecca. I hung onto this new revelation. Rebecca. My name was Rebecca, and I had to remember. I couldn’t forget again. It was a routine. I would remember but then forget it again.

Stop beating so loud. He looks at me eagerly and I think he's trying to remember who I am. Is he remembering who I am? I even changed my hair to black, just to change my whole look in case this day would come. Oh my God, I wish he doesn't remember me. Don't remember me. Do not remember me! I keep chanting in my head. "You look familiar." His words makes me stiff.. Shit.

Hey Emma, First off, I just want to tell you how happy I am that you responded. I literally wanted to forget all about me sending you that email, because it just felt downright weird right after I hit send. I guess now, I didn't do a weird thing(did I?)

I ate, slept, and lived alone, not thinking of her once. That convinced me that I was over it until insomnia hit me, relentless and unforgiving. Sleep evaded me night after night. I turned to pills, hoarding them until one desperate evening, I downed the entire bottle with a chaser of whiskey. There was no sharp pain, just a numb emptiness, like life had lost all meaning. As my consciousness faded, I dreamed of her for the first time since she'd left. It was snowing, the cold biting deep. Nora appeared as her 17-year-old self, draping a red jacket over my shoulders. "How are you still such a mess at your age? Take care of yourself."

My parents shrank under the stares, their proud expression fading into stiff, pale faces. Suddenly, Audrey's eyes widened, as if she'd just thought of a way out. She jabbed her finger at the screen, shouting, "That woman in the video isn't me! "I have a twin sister—her name's Aurora. She's the one in that footage!"

She was afraid, her courage had disappeared since her mother died. It's been two years since she lived in hell, she can't respect herself anymore, her body is too disgusting for her to look in the mirror. She always cried every time she finished taking a shower and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her very ugly reflection. Many hickeys were visible on her neck and breasts. Making her cry again and standing again under the shower, rubbing soap on her body to get rid of all those marks, but in fact nothing has disappeared from her body, even her memories are firmly attached to Eleven's memory and it makes her sick. It was Saturday, after making breakfast, Eleven went into her father's

The vehicle comes to a halt at an old cottage downtown the Engativa district, within close proximity of the El Dorado international airport. A couple of hours later she regains consciousness. Ouch! She massages her temple. Hoping her head will stop throbbing. Where am I? Everything is slow and blurry. Staring at the lucid sky through the Aluminum window of her small apartment is the last thing she remembers. The rigid surface she is laying on adds to the weariness. Her eyes open reluctantly, she looks around perplexed, and the surrounding isn't familiar. Heavy breaths elude her. No, no, no. My papa. I can’t be away from him. Her hands and legs spasm.