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My heart still aches for the mate I lost, for the chance I lost. Just then, a young staff member rushed towards us, her face flushed with excitement. "Ms. Lily, Ms. Charlotte," she panted, "we have a buyer for 'Memoir'!" 'Memoir', a black and white photograph capturing the silhouette of a lone tree against a fiery sunset – the very same photograph that had triggered a flood of memories earlier - was one of the few pieces remaining. Placing the wine glass in Charlotte's hand, I straightened and headed towards the front door. Who could be the last-minute buyer for such a personal piece?

She decided to document her journey and insights in a book—a heartfelt memoir that would serve as a guide for future generations. With great care, Luna poured her wisdom onto the pages, sharing her personal struggles, triumphs, and the profound lessons she had learned. She weaved together stories of her own experiences, anecdotes from the people she had met along the way, and the transformative power of authenticity. The book, titled "Embracing True Colors: A Journey of Authenticity," was published and received with great enthusiasm. Its impact spread far and wide, touching the lives of individuals who sought guidance and inspiration on their own paths to self

I told her. “Seems you have selective amnesia, a sort of dissociative amnesia. It does happen, especially after a traumatic event. I’m sure it’ll come to you, just give it time,” she waved her hand dismissively and I instantly didn’t like her. “Let me go home,” I stood up and my knees buckled. The beautiful woman, Aria, caught me before I fell and helped me back onto the cot. “Please be careful, I couldn’t bear if something else happened to you,” she told me sweetly.

I still couldn't open my phone and if any of the date and the story could help me open my phone then I would be so thankful because then I would be able to read my messages and at least go through my photo gallery and see who and what I was. " What do you have in your hands? " " A diary that has my son's name with a forward slash and another name with the name Mira . " " Does it ring any bells? " " I took a deep breath and calmed down and it was as if I was drawing blanks. Nothing came to mind, not even a feeling, not even a smidgen of a sensation. " " I can't remember anything either that or my mind won't allow me to remember anything. Maybe if I sleep my memory will come back to me in my d

A girl in her late 20’s, was walking in a hotel corridor, completely drunk. Her 5ft 6-inch figure was dangling with a lost mind over her each step. Her vision was too hazel to recognize the path in front of her, just like her life. Anger, frustration, and feeling of betrayal once again were swelling her heart.

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.

Once calm, I go on about finishing my bath and get out of the cooling water. Once I step out of the tub and wrap my towel around me I step to the mirror and gasp at my reflection. My face is flushed, my hair is all over the place, my lips are swollen from being bitten. I look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked and I haven’t even been touched. I tell you my imagination is a wild thing. Every image was so real every touch felt real. I have got to get it under control if I plan on being around him more often. I finish getting myself together and decide on getting back into bed and trying to get some actual sleep.

Her mind paved the way for different thoughts that made her feel she was a bad person. She closed her eyes and took in a deep, long breath. She released the breath and opened her eyes, motivating herself. “Everything is fine,” She remembered Malachi’s words, and a smile found its way to display on her face. “I am a good person. My smile glitters people’s lives. I should continue to be generous…” She cracked up and suddenly burst into a laughter that lasted for a minute. After she stopped laughing, she wondered what was wrong that would warrant such laughter, but she couldn’t give herself an answer.

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.

"OK!" Breakfast was fast today, fresh snow had fallen during the night and everyone wanted to hit the slopes first. Nobody noticed that Hannah was missing. Alissa already had everything ready an hour after breakfast, she sat on the sofa in the living room and took the remote control. But there was just nothing decent on TV and she turned it off after a few minutes. She went to the bookshelf and took out a novel, the title sounded promising and so she decided to take it with her room and read it comfortably in her bed. In the past few months she had read a great many books; she had had nothing else to do. She shook the thought away and opened the door to her room on the second floor. She thre