My Soul Chose To Forget You Novels & Stories

Why am I choosing to drown myself in alcohol? Two words. To forget. This may not be permanent but I can live with this temporary relief of pain. Even just for tonight, I’d stop hurting from everything he did to me. How could he forget me? I don’t get it! He was the person who told me that he likes me, that he didn’t want to go around the bush. He was the man who told me he’d be there for me. What the hell happened? How can he sleep telling me he loves me to death one night then wake up not remembering me at all? How did he manage to forget me in a span of a night? How come? Why?

XAVIER'S P.O.V .... Iris.... My lips mumbling out her name again, I held the glass tighter into my hands, before slowly parting my shaking lips again. I WILL FORGET YOU. My shaky eyes looking back at the dark toxic alcoholic cup, I didn't care of any shitty thing else, but yet again I was wrong My dead alcoholic eyes immediately shifting to the side as the door immediately pushed open, even though I had just promised my shitty self of forgetting her, still I could feel my damn heart beating again.

" What happened tomorrow, no one could know. Maybe I would wake up and forget all about it. I may forget that the love of my life cheated on me, forget that he took his mistress for a maternity checkup. I may forget their intimacy, forget that same bracelet Abril and I had. I may forget the pain of losing my babies, forget about... I may forget about my parents, forget about Vivian. I may even become so mad that I didn't realize I forgot about it. About what happened tomorrow, who knew?

I ask confusely "I mean, your beautiful with a heart, simple and a brave woman that's why I like you. And even if I don't remember you now I guess my heart didn't forget you as it beats only for you and if I don't remember you again in the future I'd fall for you all over again." he said

That stupid sentence is my undoing. Tears burn at the back of my eyes and I struggle to keep them at bay. I already found that man, but he'd forgotten about me the second he met his mate. After everything that happened between us, he hadn't even bothered to say goodbye when I left. All these years I'd hoped my mate would help me forget him. I'd held on to the fact that our connection would tramp every other feeling. Just as how it was supposed to be. How could I have known that he too had already chosen someone else? If I'd found out earlier, would it have made any difference?

Nothing more, nothing less. "I'm not sure," he shook his head, the sound resonating with such depth and power that it shook me to my core. "I just... want to forget," he took a deep breath and let out a heavy exhale. "Can you do that, Sonia? Can you help someone forget their... heartbreaks?" I knew exactly what he was doing. Quoting the lines from my profile on the site. "I can make you forget the real world. I can show you the stars if you let me."

Lost in mood and eventually weakened. He may be right, I know what he was saying about being Guardian of soul but I chose not to remember. Sounds impossible but to tell it honestly I can forget anything I want to forget. Like how I forgot why my mother died. My father won't tell me either what's happened that's why it's become a mystery too. At that moment a question lingers to my head. Who am I? Eventually, the girl repented. She regrets deliberately forgetting the things her parents tell her to do.

"Daniel's losing it, Emily. "His office is full of calendars. Every single day since you left—he's got them all marked. Said he forgot every birthday, every anniversary... now he wants to remember all of them." "Thanks for letting me know," I said, flat. "But it's no longer my concern." "But you were married—" "Exactly. That's why I'll never forgive him. My dad is dead, Mark. You get that? Dead." He went quiet. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "I shouldn't have said anything. Take care."

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

She forced me into the only escape route, leaving herself behind. As her voice gradually faded into the rubble, her final words to me were, "We're even now. I owe you nothing." I knew she had done all that just to make amends for forgetting me and falling for someone else, not because she still loved me. Tamping down the bitterness welling up in my chest, I uttered softly, "There's no going back for Eleanor and me." In this life, I would never repeat that mistake. Leaving the Ashby residence, I headed to the village clinic to find Dylan.