Memórias Novels & Stories

“Take me there.” Adele led, and Tasha followed her. ************ "Come back to me, Malachi. You can't live a happy life without me. You need me." Mr. Brook said. "What if I proof you wrong and let you know you have nothing to do with my happiness?" Malachi raised a question. "You are not the sources of my happiness, you don't have any contribution in it." Malachi added. He looked at his side and saw Tasha and Adele running.

"Sеlеnе, focus. This is not your past; thеsе arе not your mеmoriеs. You must navigatе through thеm without losing yoursеlf." Gabriеl's voicе, a calming prеsеncе amid thе storm of еmotions, groundеd mе in thе midst of thе harrowing rеcollеctions. With his guidancе, I bеgan to obsеrvе thе mеmoriеs without bеing consumеd by thеm. Thе pain pеrsistеd, but I clung to thе undеrstanding that thеsе wеrе not my own еxpеriеncеs.

My mind is racing with memories of our past, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to react. #################

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

She placed her parents in the rescue narrative as if she were reciting a script. Rowan listened, face still. When she reached the cabin scene, he asked, “What color was the rag.” She blinked. “Blue.” “We never owned a blue rag,” Rowan said. “The infirmary uses white linen.” Her smile held. “You’re misremembering. Trauma—” He opened the folder and slid the ledgers and bank receipts toward her. “Then correct the ledger. Correct the witnesses. Explain the transfers.” She didn’t touch the papers. “Rowan, if you’ve convinced yourself—”

"Why is your phone not connecting?" Before I could answer, he continued, "Anyway, I've got the holiday prep all sorted. Anything else you want? I'll have my assistant grab it." His words triggered a memory: the year Mamie died. I'd gone home, but on Christmas Eve, I video-called him to wish him happy holidays. It took ages for him to answer; the screen was dark at first, showing only a fading ember from his cigarette. "Yeah?" he rasped. As the screen adjusted to the light, I saw he was alone on the balcony, surrounded by scattered bottles and cigarette butts. Outside, the world was alive with lights and fireworks, but that joy seemed worlds away from him.

"Haru, we know you're not ready to remember your memories. You will be harder on yourself. We'll just explain everything to you when you're okay." "Do you think I will get better? Do you think I can live long? If we all knew I wouldn't live long!" Kian angrily faced his sister and shouted at her. "When we say you will be healed, you will be healed! Because we won’t let you get lost! Mom and I still want to be with you for a long time even if you don’t remember us who we are in your life Haru! I know and your heart knows who we are in your life."