Novel & Cerita Nicholas Sparks Book A Walk To Remember

“What’s the point of talking about this now? Whether in my past life or this one, I can never forgive you. The best outcome for us is to never see each other again.” I looked away and clung tighter to Marco’s arm. “Come on.” Marco glanced at me, then at the disheveled figure on the opposite side of the street. Not asking any questions, he gripped my hand tighter. “Alright. Let’s go home.” In the back, the shadow sank to his knees as scattered chamomile petals swirled across the ground in the wind. Still, not a single soul turned back.

Then, she added, "We're all in this together. A downpour's coming, so we should find some supplies." She crouched before me and held my left hand. Her face was a mask of understanding. "It's all my fault. I'll help you up." I slapped her hand away in disgust. She let out a gasp and fell backward. Everyone huddled around her and shot me with dark glares. I stood up and put on a sneer. Yes, a downpour was coming. In my previous life, these asshats had only survived those two days by the skin of their teeth. I busted my ass setting up traps in the sea for a catch. The waves roared and crashed like a neverending tide. One time, they nearly swept me into the sea.

"She can die out there for all I care." The call ended. *** My body still lay at the intersection. The crowd was gone. Only the driver stayed beside me. My lips had turned purple. So had my fingers, curled stiff against the frozen ground. Dirt and ice were packed under my nails.

Mia’s POV All the memories kept flooding into my mind at once, crashing against my thoughts like waves that refused to calm down. I tried to compose myself as I slowly walked out of the hospital, my legs trembling beneath me, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure everyone around could hear it. “Go and pack your things out of my house, you murderer!” Nicholas’s voice rang behind me, sharp and venomous, cutting through me like a blade. I froze for a second, my breath hitching, before forcing myself to keep walking. Turning back would only make things worse.

I creased my brows as if it took me some effort to recall. "Oh…" I suddenly gasped in realization, deliberately letting myself trail off before flashing an innocent smile. "So that was you—I'm so sorry, but like you said, it happened twenty years ago. It was so long ago that I've forgotten it. See, as I've accomplished so much important research work day after day, who has time to remember such… trivialities?"

They buzzed around her, promising to double their kindness to make her future bright. My heart ached as I listened. The brothers once made those same promises to me. I knew they still cared about me, but they had chosen someone else over me time and time again. I wondered how they would react if I lost my memory after the surgery. … When I stepped out of my room later, the big villa was quiet. I felt a wave of relief once I realized I was alone. I felt so much more comfortable with everyone gone. I took my time packing up my things and moving them back to the villa my grandparents had left me.

Nicholas didn’t remember standing. He didn’t remember walking. He didn’t remember pushing the café door open or stepping into the cold afternoon light. All he remembered was the way his heart had stopped beating the moment he looked into Rafe’s face. Alive. Breathing. Smiling politely at strangers. Rafe. He kept walking. The street blurred around him—cars passing, voices rising and falling, the world continuing as if his entire life had not just shattered and reformed in a single breath.

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

The clouds parted overhead, revealing a few scattered stars. One shone particularly bright. Chase looked at it, lost in thought. "Ever read The Princess and the Frog?" My mind was blank. "What?" "There was this firefly crazy about a star," he explained. "And he named it Evangeline." I nodded dumbly. "Yeah, and then?" Along the shore, the waves had frozen in place, forming undulating layers of white. New surges shoved fresh snow forward in a rhythmic dance. "Nora," he murmured.

I hoped this time I would remember more and now that I know my younger self is not fighting me but trying to restore my memories, I’m going to try my best not to fight it anymore. Nick To say I was hurt would be an understatement because it felt like she ripped my heart out of my chest. After everything I have been doing and all the effort, I made. She goes and forgets me. ME? I was the one who ran after her and was with her the whole of yesterday and she forgot all about me. She remembered that good for nothing detective whom she met for mere hours and yet forgets all about me. I scowl. I was pissed thinking about her and him. I could see it from the way they spoke to each other when I got