My Soul Chose To Forget You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She lost the baby. My mother acted heartbroken, but she blamed me for all of it. Because of her, I lost my child, my marriage, and any foothold I had left in the world. I shut my burning eyes and forced down the dull ache in my chest. Then I turned and walked away. This time around, I've figured it out. Love doesn't matter one bit. Money matters. Seeing me walk off like I couldn't care less, my mother's face flickered with shock. She gritted her teeth and shoved the bedroom door open herself.

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

How can I forget easily? How can I be so selfish when you died for me? Please, I need your answers The sky looked so gloomy Does that mean you’re sad? Or are you angry? Was I being too selfish? You gave me your everything And I can’t do anything to give them all back But don’t worry I will forever be haunted by you Because of her I will never be able to forget you And oh I would also like to tell you that I named her after you Victoria Olivia Kingstein is such a pretty name, isn’t it?

Chester earnestly with worry in their eyes. Dr. Chester looked at them with a conflicted gaze and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Before Ms. Fleming lost her memories, she had asked me not to tell anyone where she went. She does not wish to be found. I respect her wishes, so I will not tell you where she went. "A month ago, she found out that she had serious hereditary amnesia. If she chose not to go through with the treatment, she was going to lose all her memories in seven days."

It was not a kind smile. “You finally remembered me,” the woman said, voice smooth as broken glass. “You remembered what you left in the cradle—the third choice. Not flame. Not forgetting. But annihilation.” She stepped onto the ground, and the Spiral flinched. “And you kept me buried long enough for the world to burn without me.”

"But I know now. It was you. Always you." His skin was hot like he had a fever. I pulled my hands back. My chest hurts. "You think that fixes things? You think saying sorry now makes up for all those nights alone? All those nights wondering why you turned away so easily?" My voice got loud even when I tried to stay calm. "You lost your memory, Rowan. Fine. But how does someone forget the person tied to their soul? How do you forget your mate?" We had a bond. Someone cut it. But even then, should there not have been something left? Some pull? Some knowing? Some part of him that I remembered?

"You have been nothing but a good best friend to me, Ravnal. You do not deserve to be hurt. I do not deserve your love." "But you are the only woman I have loved in my whole life, Nathrelya. God knows how much I love you. But no..." He shook his head. "Do not worry, babe. I am not asking you to love me back. I am not asking anything. I am not blaming you for all of this. This is my decision. I chose this. I chose to be hurt. I chose to walk in a thread. I chose to fool myself. I chose to love you. I fucking chose you. You should never feel sorry."

He seemed taken aback by my actions, staring at his hand as it disappeared under the clothing. "Forgetting," I simply said, locking my father and every memory of him, including his bloody body, in the deepest, darkest part of my mind. "Are you sure?" he asked, hesitating to move his hand on my skin. "I've never been this sure; right now, only you can help me forget completely. Your touch can erase every bad memory, so I don't have to lock them inside. This dick," I rotated my waist, feeling him begin to harden under my pussy, "can take me to heights of pleasure that will leave my mind blank and reeling," I finished, licking my lips while I looked at his. That was an invitation enough; with a

"I can't get a name for this man. He tells me they are your favourite wild flowers. You used to pick them in the meadow just outside the farm you used to live on with him as a child in a previous life." At first, Clarissa could only remember picking wildflowers with her mother in the English countryside. But slowly, the image began to transform into another hazy memory. She was no longer a thirteen-year-old, but a girl of ten, dancing and skipping through the meadow. The green English countryside turned more yellow in its colour. A boy slightly older than herself held her hand and laughed at her. She tried to see his face but it was always mysteriously turned from her. It was brief and fleet

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