Novel & Cerita M E M O R I Z E Novel

If that hadn’t been the case, they never would’ve been able to afford such a large house. Memory tried to stop thinking about money as she opened up the desk drawer in the back of the store where she kept her purse. Her grandmother’s journal was sitting underneath her bag, the red cardinals reminding her of the birds she’d seen at the house the other day. She picked it up but didn’t open it. It had been a few months since she’d come across it in her grandma’s things, and she intended to read through it, thinking perhaps there’d be mention of the life insurance policy. She’d also thought reading her grandma’s thoughts might make it seem like she was here. But she’d put it off, and then, she’d

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”

If I did, I may remember the things I wanted to forget. ‘The Alpha’s Omega,’ was one of many books I had read. Its plot did not stand out to me but why now, at this point, did I remember everything, even lines that I had totally forgotten about? Why did I remember the sensation I got when reading it and why, of all the books I had read, did I have to enter this one?

Yvonne pressed. Macy admitted, "Sometimes I can’t remember things, so I write them down in a notebook and look at it when I forget." Macy seemed aware of her unusual memory issues. Sofia, increasingly anxious, shook Kiran’s arm. "Master, what’s happening to my mother?" Kiran, unsure who had poisoned Macy, suspected Cedric had taken advantage of her. Every rebirth reset her memory, which could be a blessing, erasing painful memories. He smiled at Sofia. "I’m not sure, but it seems to be a good thing."

"You're clueless about who created that drug, aren't you? It was Macie, your ex-wife. "Here's another bombshell for you. There's no cure for the memory loss. Macie's forgotten you for good. She's not coming back to you, so go ahead and live it up with your new flame."

“You should head back. They will wonder where you’ve gone. There’s a river nearby, where you can wash yourself. In case my scent is on you.” “You need to be more careful. If I can find you, so can they. There are more workers and soldiers coming.” She sighed, “it’s the fucking memories. I can’t control when they come back. It’s like those witches opened up the floodgates and the memories keep on coming through.” If what she was saying was true, then Mona was one of the strongest women, hell, people, I knew. To keep going after all this? “Is there anyone you can trust?” I asked her.

“He just annoyed the hell out of me for months, so that doesn’t count.” “Did you really try to remember everything?” Alessa asked. I nodded. “If that’s the only way to get an answer, then yes I’ll remember everything.” “How can you remember everything?” Claire asked. “I don’t have any special skill. It just happens that I met an oddball idiot,” I explained. “I can’t forget my first impression of him. An annoying, unforgettable weirdo.” We tend to remember the strange and unforgettable moments. Normal days are easily forgotten, tossed into the trash bin of memory.

I had loved my grandfather and I never even met him and to have him break my heart like this was just too much to bear. So without thinking I was doing the one thing that would make everyone happy. I looked over at the neuroscientist with my resolve and spoke the words that would be the end of who I was, hopefully forever. “You can erase my memories, I have no need for them since Bella Emerson is dead.”

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.