Never Forget What They Took From Us Novels & Stories

They deserved to live. “You’ve all suffered because of the greed and selfishness of others,” I began, my voice carrying across the yard. “Some of you lost your homes, families. Some lost everything.” Silence settled over the crowd. “They forgot us,” I continued softly. “The same world that destroyed our lives turned away and pretended we didn’t exist. “Because the people who leave destruction behind eventually forget it, but the people forced to clean up the mess never do.” Murmurs spread through the crowd. My gaze swept across them slowly, and something inside me burned brighter.

A reminder of everything I lost. I closed my eyes. The sound of metal crushing metal. The screech of tires. The gunshots. I would never forget the day Caleb took everything from me. And when I found him, I would not show mercy. ✿⋆★⋆✿✿⋆★⋆✿✿⋆★⋆✿✿⋆★⋆✿✿⋆★⋆✿✿⋆★⋆

They’d forgotten something important. You can’t destroy what was built with love — especially not ours.

But what they found chilled them deeper than exhaustion. The plaza was bare. Not just of chalk circles or lanterns, but of memory itself. Elders blinked in confusion when Sophia greeted them. Children stared blankly at fragments from Quito and Lima, unable to recall the songs stitched there. One woman clutched Sophia’s hand, desperation in her voice. “We… we know something was here. But it’s gone. Like a word on the tip of the tongue. We feel the emptiness, but not the memory.” Amina shivered. “It’s not shadow. It’s absence.”

Rile me up unnecessarily and make me relive the pain of what had happened to me in the past? Make me remember the fact that his mother almost killed me and my child? Or the one where he had left me for another woman saying he played with me? When Tam went to sleep yesterday, I went to my drawer and pulled out the letter he wrote to me. His last words to me all of those years ago. The ring he gave me was still with me. I don't know why I couldn't find it in myself to throw all of those things away. I've tried so many times not to go back to them, but I still do it. I read the words over and over again to the point where it gave me a headache.

If I had, I never would've let him get near Sadie. I was actually confident that Sadie would never forget me. Seven years together wasn't something she could just forget. But it was that very confidence that cost me everything. I thought it'd be like before. All I had to do was wait a few days, and she'd forget again. I wouldn't even have to coax her back. But just that one time, everything changed. If I could turn back time to that day, I'd never have made that bet with my friends. I'd never have said those things I didn't mean.

"They went straight to the trash incinerator. There was so much stuff, we were worried Ms. Russell might change her mind, so we only took it yesterday." Samuel got the address and drove there right away. When he got there, he immediately saw the huge wedding picture going into the furnace. Samuel ran up like crazy, trying to grab it, almost touching the scorching heat, but the workers pulled him back. Still, Samuel's fingers got burned, and it hurt terribly. He watched the big wedding picture turn to ash in the flames, leaving nothing but a sense of emptiness. It was like the love and future he hoped to have with Tania.

No matter how people forget things, there are still thing greater than any sickness a mortal can get. That is love Love that keeps on reminding us about the things that we truly hold dear. Love that can’t be erased no matter what makes us forget it. it will remain. And it will always be. For the print it left behind can never be removed. Not by age, not by time, not by any medicine Aiden POV

There is no coulda woulda shoulda with us, no regrets. So you invading our lives just made us make more memories. We tried things we had wanted to try. We upped the anti and lived harder than ever! Yes, you stayed on the periphery of our vision; that tends to be your way. You like to keep all of those touched by you, fearful of your return. It is your calling card, isn't it, your modus operandi. You like us never to forget your visit. But every single day, we got up and lived.

I wanted her to feel safe, to know that I would be there for her no matter what. "They took everything from us," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of despair and determination. "Our money, our house, and even my parents' name." It was a testament to the depths of their malevolence, the lengths to which they would go to inflict harm and gain control.