I Won't Forget You Dramione Novels & Stories

Sadness engulfing her and a tear slides down her temple to wet the pillow. "Look at me" I order,holding her chin and tilting up her face. She tries to clean her tears,but I stop her. Sliding my palms against hers and making her open her fingers to interlock with mine. "You will never forget me Amara. I won't let you." "I...I am starting to forget things Vince...I can't even remember my name sometimes, how will I remember yours?" "I will remind you everyday." "It's not that easy Vince..why don't you understand!"

" He told her and Diana felt happy for it. End of flashback --------- Diana pov Those memories with him was just a memory only. I want to ask him what really happened when I'm not with him that time. How can he forget me? He told me that he will remember me no matter what happens. I'm here in this room with myself and until now I haven't seen him going outside from his room. I must talk to him about us. We should get out from here. I'll help him to remember me. I'll do whatever it takes so that we could escape from here and we will going to kill Damon Salvatore. Only his own blood could put me back to normal. I'm going outside but how can I? Damon was surely there waiting for me to come out.

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p

"Cecelia Cervini, do you even have a heart?!" His voice cracked into a full-blown scream. And somehow, that grief clawed into me. My chest clenched. But he wasn't done. "It's fine. I forgive you. Just come home. We'll try again—have another kid. Start over." I shoved the weird ache aside and locked up tight. My voice came out cold. "I don't know you. I don't even get what you're saying." He gasped, eyes wide with panic. "I'm Oliver! How could you forget me?"

No one knew that after every single doctor's appointment, she would secretly utter a prayer for Dylan. She'd pray for him to find peace in another life, wishing they could've had a different ending together. After I eventually passed away, she burned all of the prayer scripts she'd written for Dylan. Amid the rising smoke and flames, a hollow, solemn voice echoed, "As you wish." The scene shifted once more, showing the moment I'd stepped in and quietly called off the neurosurgeons, choosing not to restore her memories. Eleanor gasped, snapping awake as the nightmare shattered.

Drake is praying in his head, hoping that Miren will forget who Dylan is and not recognize him. After giving a thoughtful response, Miren shook her head while looking at the hand that was held in front of her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I don't recognize you. I am not familiar with you." The icy words spoken by Miren caused Dylan's heart to break. He was trembling while smiling, but it was an agonizing smile. The beautiful red in his eyes naturally flowed into streams of tears. It was incomprehensible to him that his very existence had been erased from Miren's memory. How is Miren supposed to live if he can't even remember who he is in this world?

"Drink this, can I forget you forever?" "Yes, that's all I can do for you, hope you find true happiness..." She held back tears. “Sorry, I can only forget you… From now on, let's go back to when we didn't know each other, living the life each of us should live, this is the best ending for us!” She put the magic pill in her mouth, looked closely at her Fire God León de Fuego one last time, she gently kissed the man she once loved deeply, then quietly left…

Hurriedly throwing on his clothes, he stammered out, "I… Sorry. I was too presumptuous." Tugging him into a hug, I deliberately poked fun at him, "I heard from the other employees at Gardner Corporation that Lincoln Solt is the unattainable heartthrob of the company who has been hung up on someone for the past seven years. That person couldn't possibly be me, right?" As I spoke, I began teasing his sensitive spots. In no time, I felt something hard pushing against my lower belly, causing heat to surge through my body. "Winnie, I miss you. I've been missing you and thinking of you every single day for the past few years."

If I had, I never would've let him get near Sadie. I was actually confident that Sadie would never forget me. Seven years together wasn't something she could just forget. But it was that very confidence that cost me everything. I thought it'd be like before. All I had to do was wait a few days, and she'd forget again. I wouldn't even have to coax her back. But just that one time, everything changed. If I could turn back time to that day, I'd never have made that bet with my friends. I'd never have said those things I didn't mean.

"Syl, it's really you... I'm sorry. I failed you." "It's all in the past." At the end of the ocean, the sun was slowly setting. Seagulls were flying over the wide ocean. Old Madam Atherton had a calm face. "No, it's not the past. I can never forget those things." Draco took Old Madam Atherton's hand and placed it on his chest. He said in a tired voice, "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I was in love with you in the beginning. Will you say my name again?"