Love In New Memories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

I say to him and he nods. “Promise me.” I say to him. "I promise to I love you more with each day passing by. Even if you forget me. If you happen to remember… I will be here waiting.” This wasn't what I was expecting and it made me mad. He just stood there shirtless and I had to focus. “Stop please!” This was getting out of hand because tears were forming in his eyes. “We can create new memories? I mean we can fall in love one last time.” He suggested.“I can't! I fell for someone else.”

My breathing became abnormal when the memories started to roll in. That night. I can never forget what happened. I can still feel the burning sensation in my back when he had caused me a bruise. my helpless cries and pleas. I could hear them all over again. I could hear them like it was happening in front of me. I closed my eyes to deprive myself of the illusions but it didn’t help. His face was all I could see. His words still resonated in my ears and I tried to shake my head from all of those haunting memories.

Amelia snapped turning her head to Quinnel. "What?" "Do you even remember me? Freshman year? The entrance to the hallway?" She spat and Quinnel raised a brow at her. "See? He doesn't even remember me! Someone that I have been in love with for fucking 6 years, doesn't even fucking remember me! Aren't I just pathetic?" "And you ask why I did that to Navaeh?" She echoed in disbelief before she pushed herself up. Ashley hand went to her bag pocket and touched it making sure her phone was still recording.

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

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.

He stood by my bed and watched me for a long time, then did the one thing he had always hated most when I did it to him—he went through my phone. The post I had made online days earlier appeared before his eyes. "Help! What should I do when my memories are back, but my feelings aren't? Heck, I can't even relate to the past me! "Right now, I feel super nervous and awkward whenever I'm in the same room as my husband and son! What should I do? Please help me!" The comment section was filled with enthusiastic comments. "An amnesia plot straight out of a novel! Quick! Tell us more details!"

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.

He took my hand on his own initiative. "This place looks so familiar… I remember now. On New Year's Eve, I came here with you and stood in a long line to get our marriage certificate." He knew that day had been the happiest of my life. So he thought that as long as he brought up our "happy memories," I wouldn't bear to divorce him. After all, this trick had always worked whenever he made me angry. But that very day, I hadn't only overheard him pretending to have amnesia—I had also heard what he said about our marriage.

And not with that sharp, intimidating air he wore in business—he was more like a sad puppy, showing up outside my apartment all the time. "I'm starving," he'd complain. "Then go eat!" I'd shoot back. "I'm exhausted." "Then go to bed!" "I missed you…" And before I could come up with another retort, his kiss fell, sudden and overwhelming. "Aurora," he whispered against my lips, "I really, really missed you." My eyes burned, and before I knew it, I was holding him just as tightly as he held me. On my birthday, Michael took me to Sorrowin Lake. Snow covered the frozen ground, and the whole world was quiet and shining. Right there, he went down on one knee.