If I Remember Correctly Novels & Stories

And then I remembered. “Oh My God, Jordan!”

Start pulling records. He’s right. I never forgot. That’s the whole problem.

"Remember that." I remembered. I just hoped two weeks would be enough.

"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." ---

realising what just happened. "Memory," I muttered, "That was..." A memory. That was a memory, my memory. I remembered having something similar that time I found the diary, my dairy in Eliot's study and - "And now I'm remembering it again," I mumbled out, understanding slowly dawning. "I remembered it then because of the dairy and... and now I'm remembering because of- "What are you murmuring?" I looked up. To him. Him. Eliot. "You're paling. I'm getting you water," he pulled away, hurrying off the bed and to the living room. My eyes going wide, lips parting as it all finally clicked. His back retreating. The memory replaying. The boy's back retreating.

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.

"I don’t recall knowing your order." I've forgotten about you.

“You’ve made a mistake. I don’t remember anything because there’s nothing to remember.” He didn’t look surprised by my answer.

[MADISON] "Maddie…" a man called out as he walked up to me. I’d nearly killed him yesterday, thinking he was never going to back down—but somehow, he made me hesitate. I don’t have amnesia. I remember everything, crystal clear. I remember the four men standing in front of me now. I just didn’t expect to see him again so soon.

Because the memories were still etched in my head and still haunted my thoughts. "Really now? I never knew you could easily forget stuff." "I didn't get a good look at it that day, and right now, the memory is vague. So yeah, I don't recall. I'm sorry." I hate that I was beginning to ramble, but I get that way when I'm nervous, and right now, I was nervous as hell. He chuckled. Licking up his lips, he had a mischievous glint on his face. "Do you want me to help you recall?"