Memory Of Us Novels & Stories

She'd made coffee, and walked barefoot in one of my shirts, her dark hair tied in a knot at the back of her neck. She'd smiled when she gave me the cup. I remember that smile now—the way it had trembled a little when I asked her about the leak. She tried to lie. She cried. She kissed me as though it would blot it from my memory. But I did not forget. I still remembered the stench of blood in that freezer. The way my men vomited at the rear of the vans. The empty, dead eyes of the frostbitten kids. I'd turned my back on her that night. Gave Cathan the order.

It was Mike's unwavering concern for his patients that brought me back. I had been pulled to his side and found him drowning in alcohol. He was holding my photo. He cursed me even in death for giving him one last task to complete. I never realized my death would affect him so deeply. Yet, even then, the only thing my foolish heart longed for was to see William one last time. Tonight, Mike and William had coincidentally run into each other. Before I could even feel any joy at getting my wish granted, I heard William’s voice. It was filled with deep hatred and disgust.

"Don't move, Felix. You're allergic to peanut butter. I need to check the ingredients." The scene stabbed through my chest like a knife, and it shredded my heart apart. Everything around me turned into a blur. Five years. Five years we were married, and this woman forgot our anniversary and my birthday. She forgot every single thing I asked her to do—as if they did not matter. Yet she remembered my allergy. My peanut butter allergy. That delighted me. Perhaps the other details she ignored proved that she did not love me at all, but at least she cared about me, no matter how minute it was.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

Before this table. Something I don’t yet understand, but that my body recognizes. And that look. That look she gives me unwittingly. Like a burn. Like a memory. A flash runs through me. A dim light. Rumpled sheets. Warm skin. A name whispered in the shadows. But everything is blurry. Distant. Like drowned underwater. I furrow my brows. Why is this memory so blurry? Why is it coming back now? Lucas breaks the moment. — And your car, Alexandre? How are you recovering from your accident two months ago?

Damien Memory is a strange thing. People think it comes back like a movie. A full scene, complete with sound and color and the exact emotion of the moment. They think you sit down and remember the way you sit down and watch something on a screen. Mine came back like an ambush.

“Easy for you to say Gladys! But I can’t forget , I can never forget!” She angrily storms out of the office leaving Gladys astonished. Gladys wanted to help her out but didn’t know how since she was too stubborn to move on. She has been trying to make her understand for the past 10 years but she remains stubborn. She hoped for a miracle to happen, for change to approach Lisha somehow.

Aria's POV Where did that memory come from? I remember when I grew up in the United States. I remembered my fifth birthday party with the lopsided cake; my graduation; my dad's burial; and every detail of my life in New York from the time I was a little girl until now. So why was my brain showing me something else? Isabel? I remember the voice again. "Stop it, Aria," I told myself, standing up. I knew this job was over. There was no way I could work for a man who looked at me differently.

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

"You remember?" "Yes, that is my name. How did you know that?" "Do you remember your surname?" "Genesis Leticia Roseburg." I said instinctively. "Genesis Leticia Roseburg?" "You remember." "But how?" I was so confused myself. "I never knew it. Only now when you called me Genesis. How so?" "It's part of the memory gaining tactics. Sometimes you just need a key word, and you will remember so much." "The way you said it... promise me, Genesis."