If I Remember Correctly Novels & Stories

"But I can help." "All you need to focus on..." "Is getting better...." My mouth completes the sentence without thinking much. "I know. You've said that before." He has? When did he say that? His eyes widen. "How do you remember that?" "I... I don't... Know. I just knew that you had said that to me before." It was like muscle memory. It just played in my mind and I said it. He exhales, reaches for my hand and stops. He clears his throat and puts his hands away from the bed.

"Why? The memoir will still matter if you take breaks." "Because something's wrong, Hope. I can feel it." "What do you mean wrong?" "My memory. I forgot Marcus's name yesterday. Just blanked on it completely. It took me twenty minutes to remember." Hope's face went pale. "How often is this happening?" "More and more. Last week I couldn't remember where I was for a few minutes. I was in my own apartment, and I didn't recognize it." "Mom, we need to see a doctor."

I eyed him unpleasantly. "Are you sure the result is accurate?" Malcolm asked, seeing how insistent I am at the fact that my memory is intact. The doctor nodded and from the look he was giving me, it was obvious that he knew what he was saying. "When you have free time, find a quiet place and try to recollect memories starting from the day you birthed your child. If you still think I'm wrong then come back and inform me. Meanwhile, I will run another test and send the result to you."

“You can tell me when you remember.” I nod in agreement, but something in my gut tells me that I won’t be able to recall the minutia of these details then either.

He asked again. Though confused by all these questions, I answered seriously, “I got married, and…” I stopped and became confused. I knew there was something I Wanted to say, but somehow I just couldn’t remember. I looked at everyone’s faces and knew that there was something wrong, “I—I don’t remember any other thing.” I said then instinctively clenched the hand of Adams. “Is there something I Need to remember?” I asked carefully and nervously.

“I don’t remember, but it started with something like an A I think Anna, Anna something.” “Annalise.” “I really don’t remember, but it could be a possibility, why?” “It seems to me that we are in a bigger problem than we think we are…”

And in my mind, one word echoed on repeat: Caspian. I didn't forget. Not that night. Not the next morning. Not ever.

I don’t remember the drive home. One moment I’m leaving the Morvant building. The next I’m standing inside my penthouse kitchen, staring at the marble counter like it personally offended me. Something is wrong. Very wrong. I grip the edge of the counter and force myself to breathe slowly. The meeting happened exactly the way I remembered it. Every word. Every gesture. Even the cigar. My stomach twists. That wasn’t routine. That wasn’t coincidence. That was memory. But how can you remember something that hasn’t happened yet?

How I reached here ? " Do you remember who are you and what happened to you ?" he asked gently . ​​Shit ! Who am I. I tried to dig information from my brain but I couldn't remember anything . I tried hard to recall but it just increase the aching . I groaned in pain . I don't remember anything from my past .

I remembered the company, my Friends, I remember Sarah posting engagement pictures, I remember that vividly But then nothing else aside that. I opened my eyes again, panic creeping in, “Grandma, what year is it?” She froze, and that silence told me everything before she even spoke. “It’s 2024, sweetheart.” My heart stopped, 2024, it’s over a year already and I do not remember a thing that happened in the previous year. I blinked rapidly. “That’s not possible, the thing I remember is, Sarah fighting me to attend a party with me, 2024 hasn’t even started yet.”