Memories Letter Novels & Stories

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

I was confused by the text he sent as I read it again. Wayne: Thank you again for saving my daughter last night. She was much calmer and we spoke to her for a while, but she didn't seem to remember you when your name came up. I know this might be hard but considering what she has been through it would be best if you give her a couple of days to recover. I can’t tell for sure how long it will take for the memories to come back. I hope you understand. Wayne

which I note is “atypical for standard degenerative progression.” Degenerative. The word jumps out like a trap. I keep reading. I ask whether there are “precedents for targeted memory disruption correlating with environmental pressure applied to a partner.” Partner. Not spouse. Partner. My fingers curl against the table. I scroll down to the signature. It’s mine. Name. Title. Contact info. Sent. I don’t remember sending this. I don’t remember drafting it. I don’t remember thinking these thoughts. But they’re here. Time-stamped. Addressed to an email I don’t recognize. Not a hospital. Not a clinic. Not Aurelia. Something else. The domain name is strange. Generic. Almost intentionally forgetta

God, she was much stupider than she thought. Millicent just lowered the still-intact paper and sank it back into the tangle of letters inside the box, closing it again. Eventually, she would have the strength to let go of those memories, not just those letters, but also that inexplicable attachment she had to the words that were written there. However, that was clearly not that day. Once again, she stored that the in the back of one of her closets, hoping the next time she got it in her hands, would be to burn it.

He opened the paper he was holding and glanced at Haru, who was quietly crying, then started reading the letter. Dad, this is Jared. How are you? Maybe if you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. Dad, I'm sorry if I left you. I'm sorry if I can't stand the pain I'm struggling with. I hope if I'm gone, you'll be happy. Dad, please give more love to your children and Aunt Sherlyn. I'm happy to be lost in this world because I'll be with my mom.

She whispered, barely loud enough to hear. “Better,” Georgina snapped, cold and sharp. “And don’t forget, the kids’ school ceremony’s next week. I’ll send you the list—what they need and the cost. Make sure you send the cash early so they don’t get left out.” “Okay.” Samantha said quietly. Georgina let out a sharp hiss before slamming the phone down. Samantha lowered the phone from her ear, but it slipped from her fingers, landing softly on the couch beside her. Her eyes stayed locked on it, empty and tired. Then it beeped again. She reached for it and saw a message from the loan shark.

And before I had even finished processing the thought, the memory arrived with a clarity that felt almost physical. Chelsea's letter. Folded in my pocket. A specific location and a specific time, asking me to come alone.

My name is Meghan Trevor and I've got a story to share. Don't tell me I messed up after reading this cause I know I did. Some will say I should have waited, but I did wait. Others would say I should have waited longer, but 8 years was long enough. Here's my story.....

Hehe… Another reason was, because my memories seemed to vanish little by little. I’m afraid that one day, I wake up without any memories of you. I didn’t know about you, I forget about you. So, I need things to remind me of you. Even though maybe some day the goddess of fate will take all of my memories of you from my mind, my heart will remember it. Just like this letter, this book, this house, and Ben. I hope you find me in your next life. Once again, Thank you Kevin. I love you…

"I know I deserve no forgiveness, but please look at me one more time." The guests erupted in shock as the head of the Montclair family from Joville, a man known for being cold and noble, kneeled there perfectly upright. Calista took half a step back. "Theodore, don't do this." Theodore's Adam's apple bobbed. "I've written 300 love letters. They covered every day from the moment we first met, through our marriage, and then… to the days when I fell for you but was too afraid to admit it."