Lost But Not Forgotten Novels & Stories

Mabagal ang aking naging bawat hakbang, marahil dahil sa naghalo-halong pangyayari maghapon. “Maybe, this is for the better.” Pagkumbinsi ko sa aking sarili. But deep inside, I know something is wrong. All I know is that Adrian is starting to remember things…Pero why did he forgot about them in the first place? Paano niya ako nalimutan…kami?

"I don't have any memory of you. And though after tomorrow, we'd just totally be strangers who happened to marry each one time in their lives, I still want to have memory of you. You see, I don't know if I'd ever remember the past. But just in case I don't, I'd still have a memory of you-- one thing that I'd get to keep and remember for this lifetime that we will spend apart." She balled her fists tighter, willing her tears not to fall. Her heart enr to him in an instant. Gael is once again like a vulnerable child in search for his home. She may have not had any forgotten memories, but she did know how it feels to be lost and be in search of the purpose of your life. She's still there now.

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong Losing him was blue like I'd never known Missing him was dark grey all alone Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met But loving him was red Oh, red Burning red May nakatingin na naman sakin na parang hindi pangkaraniwang tingin. Kaya tumingin ako sa direksyon niya pero ang bilis niyang mawala na parang bula. Remembering him comes in flash

na may halong tamis ang ngiti. Nang hindi nagtagal ay dumating na din ang iba pa nitong mga kaibigan, Si Alice at si Bridgette na kasama ang kanilang mga Boyfriend. Tanging si Vincent lang ang walang kapareha, para hindi mapahiya ay nagsabi nalang ito ng " Sa Bagiuo nalang ako hahanal ng Boylet, para Fresh from the Farm, hahaha".

Subalit, putok ang gilid ng kaniyang labi at may pasa rin siya sa kaliwang mata. Marahil ay isa siyang gang member na nabiktima ng mga kalaban nito. Natakot na naman ako dahil posibleng madamay ako kung sakali. Subalit noong tinanggal ko na ang jacket niya ay may nahulog sa sahig, isang itim na libro na may nakaukit na limang letra. A. Z.T. E. C.

Ngunit gaya ng inaasahan, mas lalo lamang lumakas ang mga ito. Ang mukha ng babaeng matagal na niyang pilit kinakalimutan ay muling sumagi sa kanyang alaala—ang ngiti, ang boses, at ang mga sandaling hindi sana nangyari. Mariin niyang kinuyom ang kanyang kamao at napabuntong-hininga. “Ang tanga mo, Robbie…” bulong niya sa sarili.

Napa-hawak ito sa dibdib nito dahil sa sinabi niya rito. “Hindi mo pwedeng gawin sa amin ‘to! Baka nakalimutan mo kung sino kami?” Galit na sigaw ng lola ni Bon sa kanya, “Kilala ko kayo, bakit ko naman kayo makalimutan, kayo lang naman ang lola at lolo ng asawa ko, at sana ‘wag niyo ring kalimutan na wala kayong karapatan sa kumpanya namin ng asawa ko.” Sagot niya rito.

Nakakainis talaga, sa dami ng bagay na pwede kong makalimutan bakit yung libro ko pa. 11pm after kong kumain ng dinner ay umakyat muli ako sa aking kwarto. Hindi pa rin ako makamove on sa librong naiwan ko. Napansin nga ni Mommy kanina na mukhang malungkot ako kaya sinabi ko sa kanya ang dahilan and she said na huwag na daw akong malungkot dahil she will buy me a new one. Pero paano yun after six month pa ulit ang magrerelease ang publishing company. Haysst. Nakakainis talaga.

It was too late for them to bring her to the hospital. Sa araw ng libing ni Regina ay inabot ni Justin ang isang notebook. It was a familiar journal that he used to sign during the signing event for their fans. “Hyung, I’m so sorry for what happened to noona. I know that this isn’t easy for you. But please, stay strong. You need to be strong for Era,” sabi ni Justin bago tuluyang maiabot sa kapatid ang gamit.

Her breath caught. There it was—just beneath her left breast—dark ink etched into her skin, H. A symbol she didn't recognize. A mark she hadn't asked for. The sight of it made her chest tighten, and before she could stop it, a single tear slipped down her cheek. Silent. Unnoticed. She knew something inside her had changed—and there was no going back.