Jika Teringat Tentang Dia Novels & Stories

Dahlia looked confused and that made me wonder how she would react if I recounted that episode from the past. Would she remember it the way that I still remember it so vividly in my mind? –To be continued…

“Wait, how do you even know about her? I don’t remember her ever mentioning you, though.” And once more, Zia was faced with another predicament.

Finally! 🔥🔥🔥 "Do you remember anything at all about what happened?" Lucas asked, his tone now more urgent. I furrowed my brow, trying to recall any details that might shed light on the incident. But the memories were hazy, fragmented, like pieces of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit together.

I asked, confused. “Something that someone said…a place you’ve been to recently. She said those things could have triggered your memory if the event was in fact real. You already know what to do, right? So, in the end, it’s just a matter of do you want to find out or not,” Reiner replied with a knowing smile.

Lia’s voice echoes faintly in my memory. Mama. The word shouldn’t haunt me, but it does.

It was personal. "I’ve been thinking about it too," she admitted. "That face… I’ve seen it before, but I can’t place where, I mean it's like we've met before. It’s been cracking my head all day. Have I met him somewhere? And if I have, why can’t I remember?" Dika watched her closely, her expression softening. "Maybe you are not trying enough to remember. Whatever it is, Nyx, it’s not just anger. There’s something else there."

ETHAN As I sat in the stillness of my room, the memory lingered, entangling itself in the corners of my mind. Like an echo, it reverberated through my thoughts, refusing to be silenced. Each time I pushed it away, it only grew stronger, demanding my attention.

I didn't know. But for some unrecognizable reasons, the word mate sounded so familiar to me. As if I had heard someone saying it before. And having been said, something else wafted back into my memory, like an unpleasant memory that I didn't want to recall right now. A vague image of a distant memory flashed in front of my eyes. I tried to focus on it. But failed terribly at it. "What's that?" I mumbled confusedly, forgetting that she was sitting with me.

Her fast response increases the suspicion inside her even more. "I asked you something?" She looks at Judy intently, trying to find out what happened to her. Taking a deep breath, she looks at her. The unpleasant memories of the incident happened to her; she doesn't want to remember it again. However, she has no choice but to reminisce about it.

As we sat down, I couldn't help but think about the sound of the phone hitting the ground and the mysterious familiarity it held. "Anita, I can't shake off this feeling that the sound of your phone triggered something in me. Like there's a missing piece in my memory," I confessed, searching her eyes for any hint of recognition. Anita furrowed her brows, pondering my words. "That's strange. But maybe we can figure it out together. What can you remember about that sound?" I closed my eyes, trying to focus. "It's like déjà vu, as if I've been in a similar situation before. But the details arssse blurry, like fragments of a dream."