Memory Of You Ao3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Out of curiosity, I went close and read the printed words. 'In the loving memory of Rowan Black Smith' 'In the loving memory of Heliana Smith' The name seemed so familiar, it's like I already heard those names. They sounded important to my ears. 💙💙💙 Grazzi Vergiance! Vote and Comment. Enjoy reading! :) Please tell me some of your comments and suggestion for improvements. I will be willing to learn more and that would be great. -DarkVergent

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

The memory etched itself deeply in my consciousness, a testament to the deep bond we shared, and a reminder of the love that brought forth new life within me. As I stood there, lost in the vivid recollection of that unforgettable night, I could feel the warmth spreading through my body, a gentle reminder of the love and desire that still burned within me. The memory held a special place in my heart, evoking a mix of emotions that stirred my soul. Lost in my thoughts, I was suddenly jolted back to reality by a mind link, a telepathic message that pierced through my consciousness. Confusion washed over me as I slowly processed the unexpected intrusion.

"You're all I ever think about every now and then...and the day you left me. It tore me apart... We had everything, so many memories together," Yet, I remember nothing. Jean shattered the fiery pit of sensation and met my eyes with pure anger. Desperation radiated from him as he searched for recognition in my gaze, probing the recesses and striving to reawaken what once was. My mouth opened and then shut. "Jean, I have no memory of our relationship. I'm sorry..."

Aria hums, her voice dripping with mischief. "Aria," I warn, dread creeping in. "What did you do?" "Don't hate me, but I thought it would be best..." she trails off, and suddenly, the locked memories from last night come rushing back like a flood. Oh, my Goddess! My hand flies to my mouth as the scenes replay in vivid detail – Knox's heated touches, his fingers bringing me to heights I'd never known, my nails digging into his arms as pleasure overwhelmed me. The memories are crystal clear now. When I'm that exhausted from... release, Aria can easily take control, even locking away memories she thinks might upset me.

He parted my wet folds with his long fingers as moved down to my entrance and drew imaginary circles around it. I gasped and my mouth hung open at the feeling of his rough fingers tracing around my core. I closed my eye breathing heavily. But closing my eyes, only welcomed those horrendous memories. The ones I’ve been living with for so many years. The ones I ran from but they followed me like my shadow. The ones that scarred me for life. Tears rolled down my closed eyes at what Aeden did a few nights ago came crashing and snapping me out of my memories. What he did was just an added bonus to the ones to the ones I’ve been living with all my life.

But my foolish heart chose to accept the crumbs, finding twisted comfort in the fact that he loved his past, and he loved me because I reminded him of it. I had no idea how to prove to myself that I was more deserving of his heart than a memory. I was slowly beginning to realise a bitter truth: it is an agonising, losing battle to compete with a ghost. The dead remain flawless and permanent, while the living are left to hopelessly chase their shadow.

Author’s POV Aria opened her eyes only to realise that she was not in the penthouse. As her eyes ran across the room, she was back in the mansion. Her hand tightened around the bedsheet as the last night’s memories came rushing inside her mind one after one, with vivid images. One by one, the events played out inside her mind, making her eyes fill with tears. Those memories are a cruel reminder of what she has stepped into. It is so overwhelming for her. In his eyes, her existence holds no value, the thought crossed her mind when she recalled the incident where he had played with her life.

she cackled happily to herself as she sauntered across the room and left, leaving Lucy and Maia alone once more. Lucy blinked at Maia in stunned silence before exploding with anger and frustration. “Just what the fuck exactly am I supposed to do with this memory now?! I feel like I’m unlocking cut scenes in some sort of video game and that’s really not very fucking helpful.” Maia sniggered unhelpfully and smirked. “Oh, just you wait. It’s about to get a whole lot better.” “What do you me-oh…fuck..” Lucy exclaimed as the room seemed to warp around her and suddenly she was presented with the vision of Theo fucking her against a wall whilst she begged him for more.

I really miss him calling me sunshine. Why do I still remember you, Levi? When you already forget me. I erased your memory but forgot to erase mine. I did not erase my memory intentionally. It's just I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget the joy of love. I want to remember you. Remember what you look like. No matter if it's been a thousand or ten thousand years. Whether you still remember me or not. I'll remember you always. You are my beautiful mistake. That I never want it to fade from my mind and heart. I want to keep you safe in my heart's secret locker. So that I can cherish you all my life. I can't be with you. But I can keep you, your beautiful smile, and all the beautifu