If I Remember Correctly Novels & Stories

“You are.” “Well,” I said lightly, “maybe a little.” He shook his head slowly. “You should be careful.” “I always am.” “That’s not true.” I picked up my bag. “I’ll be fine.” He looked at me for a long moment. Then he said quietly, “You remember what we talked about, right?” My chest tightened slightly. Unfortunately, yes, I remembered. Too clearly. “Yeah,” I said. He nodded once, then added, “You should also remember something else.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did it look like a typo? Like I’d started to say 'I miss you' and lost my nerve? Or did it look like something else? 'I mistake'? 'I misremembered?'

“That’s a lovely name for a pretty girl. Somehow, it rings a bell, too. Where have I heard it before?” He snapped his fingers, searching for the answer in the recesses of his mind, but ultimately fell short. “Ah, as expected, I’m not as sharp as I once was. I can’t seem to recall such details. No need to worry, though—I'll be sure to remember your name!”

he reminisced. “You still remember what happened?” He looked down, “I try not to … but sometimes it comes in bits and pieces like flashes of images and if I’m not careful I could get sucked into it and relive it all over again.” “Wow … that was a long time ago, can you still remember it in detail?” He rubbed his eyes and tried to erase the images that were creeping into his mind. “I’m sorry … let’s talk about something else, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories … is it true that you have a photographic memory?”

“It seems you remembered everything about me. Our time together must have been wonderful for you to keep them in your memories.” “It was wonderful,” she replied honestly. “I still remember all of our dates. Do you remember them?” “Of course, I know every single detail,” I replied firmly. “Really?” she asked, her tone doubtful. “Then tell me, what was I wearing for our third date?” I took a deep breath and thought about it. However, the harder I thought, the blurrier the memory got. “It’s been a long time,” I muttered. “Also, I was drunk on that day.”

Because whatever he was planning, went down the drain for a good cause. He seems brighter. "if I can't recall old memories then.- "I can tell them to you" I say and he shakes his head. "We can, recreate them" He corrects. I start to grin like a fool as I gently raise my body, to give him a kiss. . .*

"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.

[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.