More Than Memories Novels & Stories

"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."

She can't believe what she has done, she is sure her question must have brought back all those bad memories Vivian's mother must be trying to forget. "Of course not dear… I mean your question didn't bring back any bad memories at all…" she stopped. "Do you want to know why?" she continues and asked Anna. "Yes," Anna said why nodding her head. "Because all those memories you think are bad once are the only memories I and her father have of Vivian. So we don't consider them as bad or dark memories at all…but as the moment we spend with her and memories we have of her. Because they are the only once we do."

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

Before this table. Something I don’t yet understand, but that my body recognizes. And that look. That look she gives me unwittingly. Like a burn. Like a memory. A flash runs through me. A dim light. Rumpled sheets. Warm skin. A name whispered in the shadows. But everything is blurry. Distant. Like drowned underwater. I furrow my brows. Why is this memory so blurry? Why is it coming back now? Lucas breaks the moment. — And your car, Alexandre? How are you recovering from your accident two months ago?

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

Even if fate robs me of my memories, I will never forget his gorgeous blue eyes. "I want to make more memories with you..." my voice faltered. He smiled and wiped away my tears. "I want more memories with you, too..." he replied, holding my jaw and kissing me deeply, passionately, and gently. I closed my eyes as I engraved this precious time between us in my memories.

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

she asked. Her question stunned me even more. Why had I forgotten that I still had memories to remember? I shook my head and inhaled deeply. “This isn’t a good joke! Stop!” I yelled, but my voice was only echoed. F-ck. What exactly does she want to happen? “Memories are places where your life can change.” I was still shaking and trying to get up because I would rather not hear what she was saying. “Memories that will make your heart angry, memories that will open your mind to the fact that what happened to you was not a game.”

Ron didn’t sound so sure and that scared me. “What do we do if my memories don’t come back? I remember you so why can’t I remember her?” The frustration level was building in my chest but I tamped it down. “Technically, the matters of the mind are always hard to speak on. The memories may come back and the memories may not, you aren’t ready to start searching for other memories you may be missing, and you’ll be surprised to be flooded with them after you heal.” We looked at the door when someone knocked, and I smiled at my second-in-command, Big Mac. He was a big man with a forest as a beard and the greenest eyes I had ever seen.