My Soul Chose To Forget You Mga Nobela at Kwento

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

The bartender looked at my face, shook his head in pity before giving me what I wanted. I chose a seat that was far from the door. The second thing I wanted to was try and forget about Hazel. There was a saying that if you wanted to forget about someone, all you had to do was get under someone or let someone get under you. That was what I was trying to do; I was going to fish for a woman who was going toakee forget about Hazel and her existence. I promisedyself that I was going to erase her face from my memory by the time I was done drinking at this club. Her scent was going to be extinct fromy brain. I tossed to that.

For two hours, for one night, to forget that I’d ever loved Adrian, that I’d ever trusted Sophie. We exchanged maybe two more words after that. Nothing real. Nothing that mattered. The bar went quiet again, the kind of quiet that made you hear your own pulse. Then it slipped out of me before I could think better of it. “You can help me forget today, you know.” I didn’t know where it came from. Maybe the alcohol. Maybe the two years of swallowing everything for Adrian until there was nothing left but a hollow ache. But God, I meant it. I wanted to forget everything.

And so was she. “I hope I can find it in myself to truly release you. Because forgetting you is a torment my soul refuses to endure.”

I need to be stay strong so that I can help many. Really, I came here to do something wrong like taking drugs or drinks to forget Dhiya. I don't have the habit before but the roadside people changed my mindset and makes me identify the hidden me. I was sitting there for a long time to relax me... At that time, I got a call from unknown number..I cut it off and again I got it. Suddenly I remembered the words of my maa that Janu would call me... I decided to tell my opinion because I don't want to spoil her life knowingly or unknowingly.

"It's okay. Even if you forget tomorrow, it's okay. I'll just tell you again. If you forget next year, I'll tell you then, too. Life is long, and I have all the time in the world to wait for you." The rocking chair creaked softly. The sunlight filtered through the trellis, warming us both. I didn't remember much. I didn't remember the past, and I wouldn't remember tomorrow. But I knew that in this moment, the hand I was holding was the only home I'd ever need. Disease might steal the clarity of the past, but his love had already become a part of my very soul. No matter how many times I forgot, my heart would always find him faster than my memory ever could.

Because if I sealed my own memories… Then whatever I was hiding— Was something I chose to forget

My chest heaves, the data-drive clutched so tightly in my fist that the titanium edges are cutting into my palm, drawing a thin line of crimson that smokes against the metal. The white wall in my mind is still there, the frozen mist intact, but now there is a massive, gaping hole in the center of the ice. I still don't remember my childhood, and I don't remember the face of the woman I used to be. But I know the truth now. The amnesia wasn't an accident caused by the Pulse. It wasn't a curse from the northern elders. It was my own choice. I locked my own soul in a cage to keep them from stealing the flame.

The only thing I left behind for Irene was a signed divorce agreement. The moment I boarded the plane, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. I had thrown everything away just for the sake of my little family in my previous life. Forget going abroad, I didn't even leave the province. Yet, all that devotion got me nowhere. After I died, my soul was chained to Irene. I was forced to watch as she and that man walked side by side every day. I burned with anger, but there was nothing I could do. I watched them act all lovey-dovey right in front of me, all the way until I was given a second chance.

"Twenty-eight years of being the disappointment, the reckless one, the spare. And in the end, he doesn't even remember enough to know which twin tried to destroy him professionally, let alone which twin he tried to destroy in return." I reached over and took his hand, saying nothing, because there was nothing useful to say to a grief that specific, that strange, mourning a man who was technically still alive and somehow already gone. "I'm sorry," I said eventually, the only honest thing I had. "Don't be. I'm not sure I am, entirely." He turned to look at me, his dark eyes red-rimmed but steady. "I spent three days deciding what I actually wanted, Mia. Not what I wanted to win, not what I wan