Novel & Cerita Memories Of A Night

Chuckled! “ Well, Yes, Wife… I know who you are. You would remember too if you slowed down on the drinks like I said yesterday.” sexy responded. “Would you like to sit while I give you a recap that might jog your memory on our adventures the night before?” he asked. I sat down and kept my mouth shut before I further embarrassed myself. Ethan’s POV

or to lose himself? The next day, Alex woke up so abruptly he barely remembered falling asleep. His first reaction was to check the clock and jump out of bed, as if something inside was driving him to leave as soon as possible. He dressed quickly; as he headed downstairs, he tried to make sense of the sensation washing over him. Was it the need to protect Scarlett that made him move with such urgency? Or, deep down, was it just an excuse to see her again?

As if someone had wiped away the last few hours of my life and left me with nothing but pieces. Where was I? Why was I here? What was the last thing I— Then memory stabbed through: Rex and I, arguing. His harsh tone. My trembling voice. The tension, the pressure, the confusion. And after that… nothing. Just a wall of darkness. My throat tightened as I reached for my phone. With a shaky thumb, I tapped the screen. 10:00 a.m. My heart skipped. I never slept this long. Ever. “Where is Night?” I whispered to myself, anxiety crawling through my chest like thick vines.

I tried to reach out, to grab the edge of the velvet-lined stage and pull myself into the abyss of her bedroom floor, but my arms were locked in a graceful 'O' above my head. I remembered the life before. Or did I? The memories were like faded polaroids, bleaching white in the sun. I remembered the smell of rosin and the grit of a real stage. I remembered the burning agony of lactic acid in my calves and the sweet, copper taste of blood from a bitten lip. Those were human things. Those were the pains of the living. Now, there was only the cold.

But why didn't he show his face to me after that night? Just immediately, realization hit me, I got the mapping. I had left Chris in anger and pain, headed straight to a pub, and had myself drink into a stupor. I remembered someone snatching my drink from me, taking me into a dark room, and……. The scenarios of that night filled my head. I didn't see the stranger's face because he had a mask on but his green eyes and blonde hair I could easily remember. I remembered addressing him as Chris, I remembered his reply, calling me a whore same as in the dream, I remembered crying in ecstasy on his lips, I remembered everything but not his facial looks or who he was, only his green eyes I could see

— The Gentleman in Black Lena rolled out of the bed, breathless, panting. She couldn't count how many times she'd had that nightmare. All over and over again, a recurring memory stalking her in her sleep like it was trying to show her something, tell her something. Lena wasn't interested in that. Especially when what she really wanted was to forget all about that day. It ruined everything for her. And so it felt cruel of the world to let her relive it every night.

I moved closer to it, my eyes and hands traced the lines and colors, The moment my fingers brushed the surface, a rush of images hit me. It was like a floodgate had opened in my mind. I could see flashes of blurry memories overwhelming me. ~Indistinct memories of a woman in front of a man in a dimly lit bar, her hand on his cheek, then her lips against his. ~Memories of unclad bodies of a man and a woman on a bed, engaging in passionate sexual intercourse.

"I can't have anything with this good man." "Why do you look so worried is everything okay with you?" Siaasked after noticing that Selene had really not smiled ever since she entered her room. "I can't let go of what happened that night. I have been restless ever since. I have gone back to that field but he didn't show up." "Excuse me? You went back to what field." Sia asked her. She couldn't understand why Selene kept bringing up the one-night stand. Why was it called a one-night stand again?

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

"Not everything we know is right because the truth can change our mistakes with just one word." ____________________________________________________________ It was eight o'clock in the evening and Arche was standing in front of the precinct. He was hesitant if he would go inside to say what he knew about the case of Gino, but two hours ago he was just walking back and forth here, and two hours ago, until now, Sander was still not here. Arche suddenly looked at an old woman and a policeman talking near where he was standing.