Making Memories Of Us Novels & Stories

So that being said, I strolled in a spaghetti strap top with shorts, with no fucks to give attitude. “Charlie, I am going to need you to focus now,” shit there I was again, zoning out. I closed my eyes and let the quiet settle into my mind, drifting closer to the memory that wreaked havoc with my emotions for days. This was it. I had to remember or give up trying and discover the truth. “I want you to tell me where you were in the last memory.” Doc says as I let my mind take me back to the stars, and smoke so thick I felt like it overpowered my senses.

“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

His father answered “The patient is awake, we transferred him to the private room. But I have a thing to say since his head hit so much, he may forget the memories he has.” “Will he forget everything doc?” I asked “It is possible. if he remembers anything, it could be just his family.” The doctor said I cried of a sudden thing that comes to my mind. Will he forget me? Our memories? We went to the private room where he was. There is a bandage on the head. He looked at his family first and he never looked at me “M-Mom.” He called “You remember me?” His mother asked “Yeah.” Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.”

Ron didn’t sound so sure and that scared me. “What do we do if my memories don’t come back? I remember you so why can’t I remember her?” The frustration level was building in my chest but I tamped it down. “Technically, the matters of the mind are always hard to speak on. The memories may come back and the memories may not, you aren’t ready to start searching for other memories you may be missing, and you’ll be surprised to be flooded with them after you heal.” We looked at the door when someone knocked, and I smiled at my second-in-command, Big Mac. He was a big man with a forest as a beard and the greenest eyes I had ever seen.

"Conan, you're my brother-in-law now. I don't know why you're kicking up such a major fuss today, but we're still in a public setting. It's high time you put a stop to your act now." Conan's eyes were bloodshot. His voice was low and hoarse as he spoke. "Sabrina, must we end up like this? Don't you remember all the wonderful memories we had together? How could you forget all about it as soon as you met Dylan? And how could you even marry him without whispering a single word to me?" Whatever Conan said no longer had any effect on me. I simply raised my chin and smiled at him, saying, "What's in the past can stay in the past. I don't think it's appropriate for you to bring any of that up at my

We both look back at the tv and start to enjoy the movie. I wake up and try to stretch but a groan stops me mid stretch. That when I notice my legs are entwined with long muscular ones. There’s a hand cupping my boob and something hard pressed against my ass. I try to scoot forward and find a way to get out of the hold I’m in but the groan happens again making me pause.

I made Jax and I to learn strategies to engage with her, focusing on the present moment rather than dwelling on the past. I discovered that music had a profound effect on her, stirring fragments of forgotten memories buried deep within her mind. I created playlists filled with her favorite songs from different eras, hoping to unlock a door to the past. As we sat together, I held her hand, watching as her eyes lit up with a glimmer of recognition, her voice recounting stories from her youth, even if she couldn't recall their details or the people involved. She told stories of my mum, her sister and of me sometimes not knowing that I was the one.

Kennedi’s POV No! This can’t be happening. Not here.. not today. “Go away! I am not going to die! Not today! Not before I ever experience going to a concert or getting a boyfriend or getting married & having kids! I am not going to die!” My defiance didn’t matter. The first memory brought tears to my eyes. I instantly knew who those people were. I’d never seen a picture of them or remember hearing their voices, but in front of me was the memory of me meeting my parents for the first time. At the top of the memory was the title; it read “day of birth; one; one.”

“It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.” “Will that help me remember?” “It might. Basically, you’ll have to meditate and try to remember anything from your parents … their faces, voices, anything. Then you focus on an unforgettable scene with them. Let it play in your mind … it will slowly expand. You see, the memories in our heads are always linked to each other. If you unlock a memory, then you can slowly unlock the others, one at a time.”

I saw a note by the bed head and I picked it and opened it. Thanks for last night! You were good in bed! I know you won't be able to recall all that happened last night but here's a memory flasher that can flash all the memories of last night for you!! Watch the CD under this note and you'll see how wild you were in bed!