Memory Of You Ao3 Novels & Stories

Whatever they'd done while I was unconscious was obvious enough. "When you lost your memory, she filled the role of your mate," I said evenly. "In a way, she was your mate. Of course you should care about her." He stared at me, thrown. My understanding hadn't brought him relief — only a strange ache. "Let's dissolve the mate bond, Damien. I can't share my mate with another woman. If one of us has to go, I'd rather it be me." I said it with a straight face, hoping for the answer I needed.

If she reaches the final memory before I can stop everything changes. And Kael still doesn’t understand the real danger. The danger isn’t her power. It’s what happens when she remembers who she used to love. (Aria’s POV) My chest tightened sharply. A strange pressure built beneath my mark. Then suddenly— another memory hit me. Hard. Flash Moonlight. Laughter. Warm hands pulling me closer. Him. Not Adrian. Not exactly. But smiling. Free. “You always overthink.” My voice laughing softly. “And you never think enough.”

“The way you clung to me on that billiard table? Your fingers digging into my back… Your moans… You were so alive. So mine.” A shiver ran down my spine, and it wasn’t from the water. It was the memory, sharp and hot, invading me against my will. My treacherous body remembered the sensation. Because, after the DNA test and my calculations, I had never forgotten that day. The day August was made. “Is the water cold, Aurora?” he asked, leaning forward, his eyes flashing in the dim light. “Because I… am on fire just looking at you.” He stood up.

My mother fell to the ground from the shove and could only stare at me in disbelief. The crowd below erupted into even greater fury. "Kill her!” "A heartless ingrate like her deserves to be torn apart!" The execution officer frowned in disgust and shoved me hard toward the Judgment Platform. I crashed hard onto the cold metal platform. Daniel dragged his crippled leg behind him as he made his way toward me, one painful step at a time. "Faith, the Memory Extraction System is still a prototype."

he affirmed, recognizing the glimmer of remembrance in my eyes. As the fragments of my past began to coalesce, I felt an overwhelming flood of emotions. Memories surfaced, not just as Iris, but as another, someone named Nadia. The realization hit me like a tidal wave—my true identity was Nadia, and the memories that resurfaced were a tapestry woven with love, betrayal, and tragedy.

“That’s you and me, Aria. I stayed away as long as I could, I was afraid your aunt would have me tailed and find you, and it seems I was right. But I couldn’t go forward without you, Aria.” I remained silent as he spoke, absorbing what he was saying. “Please, say something, baby.” He said when I didn’t reply. “I—I don’t know what to say. Remember I lost my memories recently? I don’t remember you.” I admitted. “That’s the thing though, you wouldn’t have remembered me anyway, your father sealed those memories from you.” He was about to say more when a sharp pain hit my head. “Daddy! I don’t want Ethan to move away, who will I play with?” My younger version cried while holding onto my father’s

Naomi stands at the edge of the broken neural core. Jayce steps beside her, eyes tight with fear. > Jayce: “If you go into that memory alone, you might lose the pieces that make you… you.” > Naomi: “Maybe that’s the point. Maybe I’ve never truly been myself.” He brushes her wrist. > “I’ll wait on the other side. No matter what version of you comes back.” She enters. --- Memory Sequence 1: The Light Room (Vayden’s Echo) Inside the archive, Naomi finds herself submerged in a memory bath. Flickering images stutter around her—some from her past, some she’s never lived. One repeats:

"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?"

They danced under my touch, warping into shapes I didn’t recognize, letters folding into themselves like origami folding in on some terrible, impossible pattern. Then it hit me. A memory, or was it a feeling? like a bolt of lightning cutting through the fog in my mind. It wasn’t mine alone. It belonged to Dream. Something he had buried, something that had driven every one of his choices I’d ever witnessed. I sat up straighter, heart hammering, as the system pulsed, a single line of text sharp and cruel against the chaos: > Host: memory merge in progress.

PHOEBE I spent the entire night tossing and turning, my mind trapped in a chaotic, unending loop of ocean-blue eyes and haunted confessions. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. The man literally couldn’t forget a single bad day if he tried. Every slight, every grief, every scratch on a wall or tone of voice was locked away in his brain in permanent, unyielding high-definition. It was mind-blowing, it’s exciting yet I could guess how exhausting it might also be. I couldn’t even remember what I’d eaten for breakfast last Thursday, and my entire childhood before the age of ten was just a blank, velvety void of nothingness—a biological mercy file my brain had apparently decided to delete fo