Novel & Cerita More Memoir

Chapter 216 Four's POV Writing the memoir was harder than I expected. I thought I had processed everything through therapy and time but putting it into words on a page opened wounds I did not know still existed. My childhood was under my father's fists. Watching my mother waste away. Learning to be cruel because cruelty was currency in that world.

This is not the town I grew up with. "You looked surprised to our town, Aliyah. Is it true that you lost some of your memories?" Gail asked. "Yes, I forget almost all of my old memories," I lied because I am not really sure what happened. I did change a lot of things. "Is that so? Don't worry I will make you remember all of your forgotten memories. Your mom said that you are coming back to work just yet." I still don't have plans too. I still need to know what really happened. I still have many questions, although some of them are already answered, it is still blurry in my mind. I really can't connect the pieces of puzzles they are giving to me.

"Watching strangers study our family's history as though it were any other historical case. I wonder if it ever feels like they're missing something, all the academic language and the careful frameworks, compared to what it actually felt like, living through it." "Sometimes," Elena admitted. "I think academic language is useful for understanding patterns, for building models other institutions can learn from. But you're right that it misses something essential. It doesn't capture what it actually felt like, sitting with my mother while she decided whether to trust a stranger with the truth. It doesn't capture the fear, or the relief, or the particular, hard-won joy of watching a buried truth

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something

“I can't memorize his number.” “What's up with your brain? Is it damaged?” Her puzzled eyes meet mine. Yeah, I'm an idiot for not memorizing his number. “Just go away.” I threw her phone back to her. But her stare at me was making me uncomfortable and confused. “What?” She squinted her eyes as if she were reading my mind through my eyes. “You're really weird.” She suddenly blurted out. “You're the weirder, Cleo.” I stood up and headed to my closet, ready to wash up.

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”

The airline reps just sat there, squished and helpless. When they got to the memorial site, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief and practically scrambled out of the car. Inside, the main hall was packed. The second the doors opened, the sound of wailing and cries hit like a wave. Mom glanced at Dad, something sharp flickering in her eyes, but then joined in, mimicking the other grieving families. Peggy hung back with Asher, glaring at Chad. Chad stood near the front, craning his neck to see what was happening inside.

my wolf chimes in. “Hm, that’s true,” I admit. I quickly lose track of time as dawn approaches rapidly, unaware of the fleeting minutes passing me by while I fully submerge myself into the vast collection of stored information held within the forgotten book. I can’t help but feel a connection to those I’m reading of; an unexplainable sense of familiarity surrounding them while I study their portraits found alongside each unique memoir, an uncanny resemblance shared between them, Ash and myself.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

I am already thankful that he will help me with financial matters. On that day, me and Maia just stayed at home to rest. Then, the next day, we go to a park nearby my place to relax. We did lots of talks. And I appreciated that talk because I get to know her more. We didn't get to talk that deep before because I am too focused on myself and on aiming for achievements.