Love In Memories Novels & Stories

She wasn’t greedy for money, but she hungered for love. Suddenly, the memories of a summer long gone returned. It was the last class they had before the summer. The weather had been perfect. When she passed by his classroom, the sun was shining on his face. The boy she loved was using a ribbon to tie one of his hands to Sarah’s while she was sleeping.

It felt vibrationally cold, a void in a bottle. "You think you’ve won, Father," I said, looking into Silas's shark-like eyes. "You think that by making me forget, you’ve secured the monopoly. But you’re wrong. Love isn't an asset in a ledger. It’s a physical law. You can delete the memory, but you can't delete the gravity." "Poetic," Silas sneered. "But data is the only thing that lasts."

I can feel that the truth will broke me if that love is not with him. Until I collected all my memories, I will still hold on. Maybe the realm will help me easily remember the other pieces. I love Uno and I will be devastated if I found out that all this time he is only playing with my feelings and emotion.

The city waking up. “He said he dreamed about you,” Sable said finally. “He said he woke up feeling like he’d lost something. That is a man whose wolf has been reaching for you since the second you walked into a room together. Not because of memory. Because of what you are to each other.” He leaned forward on the table. “That is going to be true whether you return the memories tomorrow or in six months. The love is not in the memories. The memories are just the record of it.” I sat down across from him. The chair was cold from the morning air that came through the gap in the window frame I kept meaning to seal.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

With a sneer, I raised my voice. "I may have lost my memories, but I'll never forgive the pain you caused me, and I'll never make the same mistakes twice. "So, it's useless no matter how many lies you tell. I don't love you anymore." With that, I threw the pill onto the ground and crushed it beneath my feet. Beamon stared at me in shock. Helplessness filled his wounded gaze, and he tried to speak but was utterly at a loss for words.

Her eyes were soft as she looked at me. "Your mind may not remember her, son, but your heart does. When you truly love someone, even if you lose your memories of that person, your heart keeps the love. Just like Christina. Your mind has accepted that she's gone, but your heart still holds the love you had for her. Because love doesn't disappear that easily, anak. It stays in the deepest part of you, because once upon a time, you truly loved that person." She stroked my cheek so tenderly that I closed my eyes.

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“And every step after this still is.” The distortion fractured. The false pressure on the necklace eased. Memory-Ty’s shoulders bowed under the truth of what he had actually felt in that moment—relief so sharp it hurt, fear of having arrived too late, love tangled with protectiveness and years of regret. Memory-me did not soften into obedience. She stood there wounded and furious and shaking, while still unable to deny the pull between them. Real love returned to the scene exactly as it had always been: inconvenient, dangerous, unsimplified.

she admitted softly. He sat beside her, his broad shoulders resting against the headboard. "I know." "I don't remember her voice. I don't remember her face. I only have stories." Lorenzo gently took the tiny shoe, inspecting the delicate stitches. "My father used to tell me something." "What?" "When memories disappear... love doesn't." She rested her head on his shoulder, taking comfort in his warmth. "Do you think she'd like you?" He smiled faintly. "I think she'd threaten me."