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"I don’t remember anything Lyon" "Look into my eyes and tell me that.” “I don’t remember anything Lyon.” she whispered again She could sense he was getting angry, she knew he wanted to do something, but anything he could do to her, she won’t tell him a word. She could remember some parts that were written on the paper but she wasn’t sure of them. She kept repeating the words with her inner voice "From your birth to your grave, the music follows you all the way. You don’t find the music it founds you. Unfortunate are those who have the power of the dream.”

This is why I came to Kyle; I knew that Conan would be clouded by his anger that he wouldn’t care about me. But this man, he seems to have picked up on the one thing I don’t want anyone to know. “It’s just that it reminds me of a happy time in my life. And now those memories bring me nothing but pain,” I explained, and he nodded. “If you say so, then I will believe you,” he said, and I frowned. He said that as if telling me that he doesn’t believe a word of what I am saying. I sighed and took a bite of my food but now it tasted like sand in my mouth.

“Conan makes me happy. I want to be with him. He is a kind person and I know he will never break my heart. What’s your problem, huh? Can’t you see me happy?” “No!” he snapped. His face contorted with rage. “Why?” I asked, trying to hold back my tears. “Because I want to make you happy.” He breathed hard, looking away. We fell quiet for a while before he looked back at me. “For a while, I wish to let go of everything, Cam. Everything. I want to forget how you treated me eight years ago. I want to forget how your family treated my father and brother. I want to put behind me how unfair your mother was. I want to forget about the brutal murder of my brother. I want to forget how my father died o

Sane was certain that his was bright red as well because he was never used to singing in front of someone. “Do you remember when we used to sing? Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da Just like that Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da, la-tee-da…” “So hard to find my way Now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it Making love in the green grass

Not because Drake is with me but because… if feel like something is not right… “What was that?” “Are you going to follow me or-“ There are words whispering in my ears as if so many people are talking to me. And one by one, fragments of memories are flashing on my mind. Glimpse by glimpse… ‘Remember’ ‘Kianna, you must remember…’ “Wait… what is this…” Tack Tack Tack “Is that water?” Holding my head, I feel dizzy, somehow, I could see my friends… their end… no…

Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through His hands moved to the aux cord connecting his phone to his car to unplug but hesitated to discern the lyrics. Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you "Vroom...." Turning to park at his very own reserved spot, the engine gave a dying sound.

I whispered. “What is?” “My memories.” The words tasted strange. Because now that I noticed it— There were gaps. Huge ones. Places my mind slid around too quickly. Like doors locked from the inside. The leader nodded slowly. “Yes.” Its smile faded. “You finally see it.” Draven’s jaw tightened. “Someone blocked them.” I looked toward him. “What?” He didn’t hesitate. “Memories don’t disappear like this.” His gaze lowered to the scar again. “They’re sealed.”

She couldn't help but wonder if she had really misunderstood everything about me. Harvey's face drained of color as he seized Wanda's hand, struggling to keep his composure. "It's all a lie! It has to be! He fabricated those memories to get himself off the hook, Wanda! You can't fall for it!" Wanda remained silent, her eyes locked onto the screen. It was then that the screen suddenly went black. It wasn't over—it had been intentionally disconnected. Those in the crowd immediately erupted. "What's going on? Why did it stop?"

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

" But Todd wasn't listening to her. His mind was racing, desperately trying to claw back through his memories. He remembered our first group dinner after graduation at a local diner. He remembered Jake drunkenly shouting about being his best man. He remembered ordering an extra side of sweet pumpkin for Luther. He remembered driving Lula home when she got too drunk. He remembered every single detail about his friends. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember telling everyone I was allergic to peaches. By the time the realization began to sink in, I was already gone. My final words echoed in his mind. "I'm not coming back. We're done."