Novel & Cerita Memories Of The 90's

Or is forgetting a mercy? Chapter 97 brings FULL MEMORY RETURN! END OF CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

One day, he joked, "So, should we find Silvermoon a father? What do you think of me?" Silvermoon was the name I had given my pup, a name meant for my child alone. I shook my head awkwardly and apologetically. "Sorry. I don't plan to form a mate bond anytime soon." Alan's feelings were obvious, but I had no intention of starting a new relationship. His gaze dimmed for a moment, yet he still smiled. "That's fine. If you ever decide you want to, remember to consider me first." I believed I would never see Garrick again. Two months later, he returned.

The eyes and smile would be mirrors if they were placed in front of each other. Going over to a bookcase, I'm surprised to see CDs. I haven't had those since I was in middle school. Mom didn't make enough for me to stream my music then, so I'd go to the local pawn shop in the neighborhood and get what I could with my weekly allotment of ten bucks. Running my finger along the spines of the CDs brings back a ton of memories. He seems to have an affinity for the nineties.

ask of him and I can't turn back now that there's a chance to get it. “Alright, lay back.” I did as he say. Ryder picked the remote from the TV console, turned on the TV and searched through a series of movies before he finally clicked on one. It's a movie as it plays, it shows a girl. Minutes into it. I noticed what it was. A girl narrating a p**n. She began to speak. I could remember the events vividly in my memory like it happened yesterday. Anytime I close my eyes, I let my mind wander off to that night. I mean, I just couldn't get it off my brain. It's the first time I'll be experiencing that so the memory got stuck in my brain. You might wonder what I couldn't get out of my memory. So

His hazel eyes pierced my soul with that intense gaze and I felt as if I were the luckiest girl in this entire world. I get sentimental over the music of the ’90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it all. As far as I’m concerned the ’90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I loathed at the time, even the stuff that gave me stomach cramps.

The doctor stated confidently. A sentence came into my mind that had me looking up at the doctor with wide eyes. "I know how to open up a door. You have to turn the door handle." I stated confidently. That's why the door handle giggled, it needed to be turned. "It's a door knob sweet heart. Not a handle." My father stated as he pressed his lips together. "Turn the door knob." I whispered as the words just came to me. "I can remember things." I rushed out with a smile. If they told me the words I would remember. They were inside my head. I could only assume it would take time for my memories to come back.

The scientist smiled faintly. “Emotional attachment remains humanity’s greatest flaw.” Then— he pressed something. My body froze instantly. Pain ripped through me again. I screamed. And suddenly— voices flooded my head. Memories. Not mine. Labs. Children crying. Doctors whispering. A voice saying— “Subject Nine must never remember Subject Zero.” My breath stopped. No. What? Then— another memory. A man kneeling beside a little girl. Messy dark hair. Warm smile. Soft voice.

“I—I don’t—there must be a mistake, I—” But even as she said it, a flicker of familiarity stirred at the edges of her mind, like a forgotten melody half-remembered. His eyes—dark and solemn—something in them pulled at a memory buried deep and dust-covered. A face blurred with time, a voice calling her name in a crowded room, laughter warm and bright. Nine years old. Christmas lights twinkling through frosted windows. Her mother’s hand firm around hers, guiding her through a sea of unfamiliar faces.