Making Memories Of Us Novels & Stories

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

Drawing memory. Every touch is a moment. Every line hums with sequence. I reach out and grip one. The battlefield. It vibrates violently under my palm. The musket crack echoes faintly. The fall attempts to initiate. I squeeze. “I remember you,” I say softly. The arc steadies. Memory without reenactment. I release it. It remains. No longer active. Just present. I step deeper. The house arc pulses warmly. Sunlight and linen and laughter shimmer along its thread.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

PHOEBE I spent the entire night tossing and turning, my mind trapped in a chaotic, unending loop of ocean-blue eyes and haunted confessions. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. The man literally couldn’t forget a single bad day if he tried. Every slight, every grief, every scratch on a wall or tone of voice was locked away in his brain in permanent, unyielding high-definition. It was mind-blowing, it’s exciting yet I could guess how exhausting it might also be. I couldn’t even remember what I’d eaten for breakfast last Thursday, and my entire childhood before the age of ten was just a blank, velvety void of nothingness—a biological mercy file my brain had apparently decided to delete fo

Make Adrian look like the man who abandoned his amnesiac wife for his first love. If I played the “I don’t remember you” card perfectly, he would have to respond. He would have to come see me. He would have to explain. And maybe — just maybe — in trying to remind me, he would remember how much he once loved me. I got into the car and immediately started drafting the post in my notes app. Something soft. Vulnerable. “Some memories still feel like dreams… some faces still feel like strangers…” Yes. This could work. This could hurt him enough to make him come back.

And closed it with a sigh. “Did you not want to read anything?” Tristan asked me puzzled. I smiled at him, feeling my lip crack a little as I did “I did.” I saw the confusion on his face and giggled “I have a photographic memory. I can recall information at any time just by looking at it. Kind of like pulling out a photograph to look at whenever you want to. I retain facts and conversations and recall them easily.” His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information.

The Deja Vu hit me when I flew down them before. Shamefully, I could even remember the room. As I got to the door, I sighed, breathing in and out while clutching the hand of my bag. The door jacked open as I was about to knock and I looked at him with the most emotionless look I could pull off but he smiled back as he walked in. I followed him in and with the way he was smiling, it seemed that he liked the way I was bothered. "Make yourself at home. Bring out your books, let's start."

Making memories is important to others. ___________________________ Now, today is Haru's birthday, and this is what Carmen, Tyler, and Nicole really don't want because they know in themselves that they will only have a few hours or days to hide what they know from everyone. Tyler looked around and here he saw the laughing Nikki and their colleagues in the hospice, his gaze turned to Arche's father and Katelyn's current wife, who was grilled, then his gaze turned to Katelyn and Callista, that the mother and daughter were playing happily, and last, he turned his gaze back to Nicole and Jasper were watching sadly looking at Arche and Haru, who were laughing happily.

Blinking once, yet deep and firm her mind temporarily drifted away together by the gentle wind as she pictures that past and memory of him. ‘SECRET BASE’ (ANOHANA) You and the end of summer and the drams of the future And our big hope, I won’t forget them I believe that we will meet in August 10 years later The best memories Our meeting was made in a moment At the intersection walking home You called out to me, didn’t you? ‘Let’s go home together While I embarrassedly hid my face with my bag, In truth, I was very, very happy Ah, the way the fireworks beautifully bloom in the is a bit lonely

“Yes, if the rain does not stop until noon, we just have a closing ceremony then go home. That's what I heard.” “Hear from where?” Debbie is curious how others can know such things. Though if Debbie had paid a little attention to her surroundings, she would also have been able to know like the others. “The mentor gave orders to the senior." Amy replied innocently. Debbie took a deep breath. “Our memories are full of General rainwater...” Lamented, the rain that fell only made her spirit overflow. “Dude, what can we do?”