Making Memories Of Us นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Elara! Don't scare me like that again; you know I'm not like you. I don't know what to do when left alone in situations like this one. He doesn't remember me yet; he keeps saying I feel familiar, but he can't just place my face. I wanted to tell him, but the doctor insisted that I shouldn't. When I tried to tell him that I knew that patients who had lost their memories need to be kept in touch with the life they once lived so that it doesn't become totally alien to them when they regain their senses. "I'm sorry. I was only worried about you. You worry too much, Maera. The young man has barely even had a whole day to see how well the antidote worked. Let's wait until he wakes up fully. The d

Only consumption. Let him in. The thought is horrifying. Suicidal. Necessary. I don’t fight the breach. I open the door. Not to the prison. To the memory . The deepest vault. Not of pain. Of before . Sunlight through oak leaves. His laugh. Rough hands gentle on my skin. The smell of earth and him. Love. I wrap the psychic invitation in it. Like poisonous honey. Remember? Remember us?

Save me—" Theodore listened quietly until she finished and said softly, "Ave, do you remember I taught you that when you do something wrong, you have to pay the price?"

Damien Memory is a strange thing. People think it comes back like a movie. A full scene, complete with sound and color and the exact emotion of the moment. They think you sit down and remember the way you sit down and watch something on a screen. Mine came back like an ambush.

The sun was shining its morning raise over the clear sky. The birds were chirping the morning songs along the fragrant wind dancing with the baby leaves of trees in the celebration of a new day. Today was mid-August 2010 when Jane Martin was preparing for her first ever class at Bardell Senior High School after she drove to Washington two weeks ago with her whole family.

“Why do you have a picture of them together?” He tries to sit up but the small effort brings discomfort to his fresh wound. His nose scrunches up in a grimace. “Remembrance. My brother’s dead, you see.” “I know. Killian told me.” Mia watches Roman carefully as the words leave her mouth. He has been open with her on how he feels about the guy and so is Killian. It’s no mystery that they hate each other’s guts but after her conversation with Killian, it seems to her that Killian’s hate runs on a deeper level.

But he said he had needs to be satisfied. So the place gives me a bad memory. Somehow, now that I am with the real owner, my bad memory will be changed to a better one.

ouch. I came in to my father’s room, which was earlier my parent’s room. Suddenly all the memories came back like a quick flashback. I always thought about how powerful are memories. They can call any emotion any minute. They can make you cry, get in depression and just make your heart ache. But the other side can make you smile, raise your mood and make you feel grateful for every single thing that you have. This time memories nearly killed me, because suddenly I forgot how to breath and I let out the breathe that I didn’t know I was holding. I closed my eyes for a second to calm down but more flashbacks started haunting my mind. In the end, I screamed...

Most of what she skimmed looked like medical gibberish to her. She opened another journal with a bookmark. In that article, he had written about an experimental drug called Memrose. He had developed it with a former colleague who was a neurosurgeon as well. It was a drug that could be used to erase the memory of prisoners of war. After years of testing and adjusting, Memrose was successful in wiping the memories of prisoners of war as far back as a year. They would have no memory of where they were held and what they were asked or what they had told the enemy before being released. “Oh my God!”

66 He said, "The only real reason you can't is because you were in the wrong place to begin with. This is where you belong. Where you once lived. Time is not only the answer to getting your answers, sometimes you just need to go back to the past... go back to where you truly belong." I sighed, acknowledging the truth in his words. "You're right. If I want to remember, then this place is the perfect setting to harness my memories." The decision to confront the past, to explore this familiar yet mysterious place, lingered in the air like a quiet resolution.