Memory Of You Ao3 Novels & Stories

He points towards the extra chair for him to take. “No not really.” Aaron starts drinking from the brew. It has a bitter taste but it quickly warms his blood. He can feel the buzzing through his blood. “What do you know about your family Aaron?” “It would seem not much. Father, I was in a car accident. I suffered selective memory loss. It is only recently that I started remembering again.” “That is good but why do you sound uncertain?” “I haven’t spoken to my wife but in truth, I am not sure what is real or not,” he admits. “There are things that doesn’t make sense.”

After she left, I quickly picked up the phone beside me, typed in a long string of commands, and finally accessed the hidden system. I clicked on the only icon, and a flood of messages from my contact appeared instantly—over 100 unread texts. "Candy, have you regained your memory?" That was the most recent message. After briefly explaining my situation, I arranged an escape plan with my contact. … Late the next night, Quinton returned, reeking of alcohol. When I heard the door unlock, I quickly turned to my side and pretended to be asleep. He staggered to the bedside, lifted the blanket, and gently stroked my severed limb.

seryosong tanong ni Euphie sakaniya. “I don't know how to say it..” at napatitig lang lalo si Jade sakaniya. “Pero parang matagal na nga talaga kitang kilala..” “Huh? Sa paanong paraan?” at napakunot na ang noo niya sa sobrang pagkalito. “I can't explain it either. Pero..” “Pero ano..” “I somehow remember everything about you..”

With newfound determination, I returned to the memory, channeling my love and determination into every weave of my magic. The resistance wavered, Dorian's mental defenses weakening under the onslaught of my emotions. Inch by inch, I manipulated the memory, reshaping it into a fragmented version of its former self. It was a delicate dance, my magic entwining with the threads of Dorian's recollection.

She said when I finally turned towards her and saw her side profile as I murmured, "Hope so, she'll remember me soon because it's painful." She also looked towards me after hearing me, and our eyes got locked for two seconds before she turned back towards the road, but I didn't move my eyes off her because I couldn't. 'How long will my mate sleep? God, can I just hit Aurora's head once to get her memories back?' I heard Josh complaining when I just smiled as I knew how frustrated he was by not being able to connect with her wolf because Aurum can't lose memories no matter what happens. We both again turned silent as Aurora was driving, but after a some moments, my eyebrows squinted after see

Drawing memory. Every touch is a moment. Every line hums with sequence. I reach out and grip one. The battlefield. It vibrates violently under my palm. The musket crack echoes faintly. The fall attempts to initiate. I squeeze. “I remember you,” I say softly. The arc steadies. Memory without reenactment. I release it. It remains. No longer active. Just present. I step deeper. The house arc pulses warmly. Sunlight and linen and laughter shimmer along its thread.

Closer than before. And for the first time since this started— it didn’t feel like it was entering the room. It felt like it was answering her question. Aurenya’s POV My chest tightened sharply. Because the bond reacted again— but not like before. Not pain. Not collapse. Recognition. A memory tried to surface again— but this time it wasn’t broken. It was complete enough to hurt. A child’s laughter. Two voices arguing softly. A hand holding mine. Then— separation.

My heart skips a beat at the reality of such agony and my brain automatically makes sure it doesn’t come to that. I let out a deep sigh, “You won’t believe me but I don’t have any memory of you. I swear to the Moon goddess that I want to, I want to remember everything about you and get it over with. But I’m only getting fragments of us together and I can’t even be sure! Why can’t you just tell what happened back then? I remember you on my fucking bed, I remember saving your life and giving you this dagger? Look, I know the stories of what happened to your family. I feel it inside my heart how close you were to me but I can’t remember much of us.” “You are still playing aren’t you? You think

“This stupid girl is really making us watch this crap? Disgusting. My car was ruined because of her piss.” The voice sounded distant. It wasn’t from the memory. Oh. I understood then. It was Steve in the real world, the one watching my memory, still disgusted by me. But I couldn’t wake up. All I could do was listen to his contempt.

"Forgive me. However it may be, I truly cannot remember you all. I hope that someday I can remember. It's just that I don't know when that will be. I keep thinking about it, and I've come to realize that for the past two and a half years, all I can remember is my current life. I can't leave Ares behind, even though you said he rape me, but in my memory, that incident never happened." Grey slammed his hand onto the table, "What did he do to you? Did he threaten you?" "No, it's not like that!" "I'm your husband!" "I know, you've told me that ten days ago. However, I still can't remember you." "Key, we can start over. You and I, if you don't remember, we can create new memories!" "Perhaps, but