Novel & Cerita Lingering Memories

The wolf jumped and I screamed. “Mandy! Mandy! Hey, it’s alright I’m here. You’re okay.” Oliver shook me awake. I cried on him. “I’m so sorry. It’s been a whole year you would think that I’d be sleeping with out nightmares.” “It’s okay. I still get nightmares about my Dad killing my brother and Mother.” “That must have been so traumatizing for you.” “So was the arena. And hearing your Mother die on the phone and your father bleeding out on the floor.”

and if she should, she would never forget. After all, 'memories are monsters,' just like myself. People might forget us, but we stick around them forever and only strike in the shadows, when they are the most weak to fight us, through their thoughts and regrets. I sigh.

The pool's water darkened, turning into a swirling vortex. Echo's voice, now filled with panic, rang out. "Beware! The memories are rebelling, seeking to trap you in their grasp!" As the vortex grew more powerful, pulling us closer, a singular thought echoed in my mind: Would this be the memory that consumes us? The force of the vortex was unyielding, and despite our efforts to resist, Richard and I were being drawn closer. The once tranquil pool now resembled a maelstrom of despair, its depths beckoning with the weight of countless memories.

Despite all the pain and hurt he had caused, I found myself unable to shake him from my mind. I closed my eyes, hoping to find some respite from the memories that haunted me. I tried to conjure up all the horrible things he had done, the lies, the betrayal, the way he tore my world apart. I wanted to focus on those moments, to remind myself of the pain he had inflicted, in the hopes that it would extinguish this lingering affection. But as hard as I tried, my mind drifted back to the moments of tenderness, the stolen glances, and the fleeting moments of joy we had shared. It was as if those memories had a gravitational pull, drawing me back into the web of emotions I had tried so desperately

This fire is a symphony of anguish where the crescendo never grants release, this punishment is a perpetual dance with agony that mocks the very essence of my mortality. My heart bleeds and I cry for the sins of the past. A glass house, cherry smiles, and crimson banisters. More haunting memories creep into my mind and capture me in a labyrinth of pain. Each memory is a specter, a sharp thorn piercing the fragile fabric of my present, reopening wounds thought long healed. Their tendrils reach out, drawing me back to a time when every smile carried a trace of sorrow, every laugh was tinged with the echo of tears shed and my very being was a testament to evil.

Yet, amidst the busy preparations, Morgan was alone in his chamber, a weight pressing heavily on his chest. He sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if hoping to see the return of a familiar figure. It had been a month since Lilian vanished from his life, but every moment felt like yesterday. Her absence left a hollow ache in his heart, one that gnawed at him, keeping him awake at night and distracted by day. No matter how hard he tried, her memory lingered like a ghost, her cries echoing faintly in his ears, her touch still a whisper against his skin. Memories of her kept lingering in his mind, and then there was—regret. If he could only turn back times.

They looked saddened by my reaction to the memories, but mad that I had to endure all that pain with Leah, Evelyn, and Valery. "Well, all that is in the past. Forget about them, Livie. I mean, I get it. There are things you can never forget. But it doesn't mean you let them linger so they can keep tormenting you. The past is never forgotten, and when those memories linger, you use them as fuel. Fuel that you can use to make you strive harder, make you stronger, and braver. You were in bad condition when we found you. And I know why now. But let me tell you," she says, pointing a finger, looking at me seriously.

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.

My first test, to see if I could remember the precise details of over twenty generations of rulers and their artworks. /Perhaps not the best use of our time in hindsight/ Livi sighed as I stretched out and sank under the rich, foaming bubbles. I remind my wolf hindsight is fucking annoying. Breathing calmly I tried to apply those same memory techniques again. Build myself a little haven of memories that I could revisit without fail. No matter what happens, an untouchable, safe space for my mind.

Madelyn often clung to memories of her mom. Even though she knew the visions were not real, she welcomed them. Her mother's face was a blur, but her voice was unmistakably clear in Madelyn's mind. "That glass of milk brings back haunting memories. They cut deep, hurting more than words can express. I've kept those feelings locked away, bearing the pain they cause. Every detail from the past remains vivid. Zach, there've been so many times I've wanted to kill you."