I Remember You Novels & Stories

She stared at him and sighed, "Well, I know I can never compare to Hannah. I can't replace her, of course. You loved her so much, and I can't expect you to forget about her so easily. But all I ask is that you do not try to turn me into her. I am not Hannah. Please don't compel me, even if it's in a subtle way. Don't try to compel me to become her, okay? I am Ivy, and this is who I am. Here's the black card you gave me. I don't think I can keep it. You can have it back, please."

Just an automated voice that says, “You have reached this number in error. Please try again.” Dialing the number again, I place the phone to my ear and again, “You have reached this number in error. Please try again.” With my whole world crashing around me, it dawns on me that I have just been tricked. It must be and now I am stuck in Europe with not a thing to my name. No money in my purse and certainly no where to stay. The worst part of all of this, is that I don’t know a single soul at home who would lend me the money to return.

Something that erased her like she'd never existed in that time. She pulled out her journal, the one her therapist insisted she keep. Dates, notes, fragments of what others told her happened. March 15: Worked late on cardiovascular trials March 16: ??? March 17-April 5: Nothing April 6: Woke up in hospital. No memory. No explanation. She sighed. And that wallpaper on Eric's phone. The woman in white, turning away. Why did it feel like looking in a mirror? Her phone rang and she picked after glancing at the caller.

What the heck? "Where is she?" I asked. "She is in our house together with your aunt Maricel," she answered. "Who is aunt Maricel?" I am confused as hell. What is happening? My mother sighed. "They should really check your skull and brain, you have amnesia! You forgot your aunt Maricel, the only daughter of your grandma and grandpa, the only sibling of your Papa." Papa is their only child as far as I know before I was transported in 1950. Something really changed, I changed something in past!

"I will remember you Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories Remember the good times that we had? I let them slip away from us when things got bad How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one I will remember you Will you remember me? ..." A white Mercedes was parked on the side of the road, and the music flowed slowly in the car. This old song by Sarah McLachlan had a clean sound that was captivating.

My hand clenches around the bedsheet, and before I can stop myself, I whisper into the dark, “Then why can’t I remember you?”

He is the only person I don’t want to remember! I have to wake up… I have to wake up… I have to wake up… I… HAVE… TO… WAKE… UP! Before I remember him… I can’t remember him! I don’t want to remember him! STO𑁋! “STOP!” I woke up quickly and I was covered in sweat. I was shaking and I couldn’t understand where I was. I don’t know where I am… Where Mae? I need Mae! Please get me, Mae!

“I’ll be fine , i can get Doug tho and get Emily to visit sometimes and maybe Wu and Aal. And by mere coincidence, my phone rang and i looked to see Wu’s name displayed on the screen. I wiped my tears, before picking it up. I walked to the corner of the room, placing it against my ears. I went silent, waiting for her to speak first. I couldn’t tell if i was angry, angry that she did not remember today earlier. The one year memorial. “I thought you’d forget?” I finally said and then it was her who went silent this time. “Forget what?” “Are you kidding me? This is year since Ruby died, and you dont even remember. Why the hell did you call me then?” I asked and there was a soft gasp.

She is simply… uncertain if I belong in her memory at all. And that realization… hurts more than death ever could. I close my eyes for a moment. Just a second. Because I need to breathe through it. When I open them again, I speak more honestly. “I still remember you,” I say. My voice is lower now. Raw. “I remember everything.” A pause. “I remember loving you.” The words hang in the air. Heavy. Dangerous. Unstable. I see it in her reaction. A flicker. Not recognition.

"Do you remember what you said to me, Ishtar?" I looked up at him, my eyes searching for answers, but I couldn't find any. "I... I don't remember," I admitted, my voice quivering. "One time, I was waiting for you to get here, and the next… I…" my voice trailed off. "I can't remember." Damian's expression darkened, and his frustration began to boil over. "You don't remember?" he shouted, his voice rising with each word. "You don't remember what you said to me? Everything? Nothing at all!"