If I Remember Correctly Novels & Stories

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

But God, it was getting so fucking hard to remember that. ***

An image of me boarding a plane heading to London flashed ih my head, I remembered the trip and where I was heading . “ Yes ! London …. I’m going to London “ I repeated , I turned to Richard and his mom and I nodded my head, I was sure of what l was saying. London was my destination. “ Do you remember anything else ?” He asked and I tried to think but I felt this sharp headache , It was a constant ache and it kept occurring as I tried to remember anything at all .

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.

Want to go to their house? ‘Okay mommy!’ Why am I remembering this now? “Mauricio… Lumber…” “Ho ho, you remember me. Just like your mother, you surely have a great memory… Kianna…”

I clearly remembered placing it on the counter near the bathroom. Clearly. I even remembered the way the screen had faced down. I turned slowly, pointing toward the counter. “That is where I left it,” I said aloud, my voice shaky. “Right there.” I looked back at the phone. Then back at the counter. Then back at the phone again. Confusion clawed at my thoughts, sharp and disorienting. “Did I move it?” I asked myself. “Did I… forget?” I pressed my fingers against my temple, trying to recall the moment clearly, but the memory felt slippery, like it was dissolving the harder I tried to hold onto it.

He remembered my order. I buzzed him up.

“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.