Impossible To Forget Novels & Stories

I can hold it, I will. Its better that way. Easier to forget. But why does if feel something. I tried not to imagine what would happen. Because one thing for sure its going to be tough, and my heart will ache.

I warn, facing her. “Look, I choose to forget what I want and what I don’t. That night is a part of me and I don’t ever want to forget it, and the one after that night. I want to keep the memories alive. I want to make new ones with you.” If I’m being totally honest with myself, I want that too, but I know that’s not logical. That’s just not right. “The fuck Astrid! You are impossible.” She shrugs nonchalantly.

Months passed, yet no matter how desperately I tried, I could not forget Sebastian or that fateful night that happened to us. I told myself over and over that it meant nothing to him. Maybe he only gave in to my teasing or got carried away by the moment. Yet no matter how hard I tried to forget, the memories would not fade. His touch, his voice, the way he looked at me that night, every moment stayed burned into my mind as if it had just happened yesterday.

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

I have liked him for many years, to just forget him overnight is not possible for me! 'I don't think it's possible at all!' a voice from the back of mind whispered. * * * * *

“I haven’t been able to shake certain memories. Memories I thought I’d left behind.” I swallowed, my pulse quickening as I looked at him. “I know what you mean.” He turned to face me, his gaze intense, searching. “Do you ever feel like certain places hold pieces of you? Like they remember things you’d rather forget?” The words hit me like a blow, and I felt a pang of longing twist in my chest. “Yes,” I said softly, my voice trembling with the weight of the truth. “Some memories are impossible to escape.” He looked down, his expression shadowed, as though he were grappling with something he couldn’t put into words. “Sometimes I wonder… if there are things I’ve forgotten. Important things.”

Fearing. "You must forget them." The Forgotten One says simply. "Your mates. Your family. Your love. You return to life. You live your mortal years. You die naturally. Immune to the Absolute because you forgot why you wanted to live. Forgot who you loved. Forgot what made you desperate. You become immune through amnesia. Protected through forgetting. Free through loss." Horror crashes through my fading consciousness. "I have to forget my family? My mates? My Luna? My Hope? Everyone I love? That's the price?"

Which made it very hard for her to reach the zipper by herself and pull it up. She finally gave up and sagged against the wall. Her mind drifted back to last night. To the kiss. That kiss was burned into her memory forever, ingrained so deep that it was impossible for her to ever think about forgetting it. Forget it? She couldn’t even stop thinking about it, so forgetting about it wasn’t even in the cards for her.

Summer's face had gone very still. "Gray," she said softly. "There's no fixing it," I said. "I need you to understand that. It's going to get worse. I'm going to forget things. I already do. I might forget my dad. I might forget Crew. I might forget myself eventually." I looked at her. "I don't want to forget you. I know that probably sounds strange given that you've only been in this house a short time but it's true. And I keep video clips on my phone, of conversations, of moments, so that when I lose them I can find them again."

“Yes, it’s likely. But, as I told you before you had the surgery, there are moments that you can erase without realizing it. First some irrelevant details, later names, phone numbers, lunchtimes, until in the end it’s so bad, you forget almost everything, even a whole day.” “You say I can forget moments. How could that be possible? I don’t forget my son’s smiles, documents to be signed, chats with my employees, or conversations with my housekeeper. Yet you say it is still possible to forget instant.” I didn’t understand anything. It was either one thing or the other.