Of Forgotten Memories Novels & Stories

The question hung in the air, heavy and strange, like a door creaking open to a place I wasn’t ready to go. My past— the hazy memories of a life before the pack—flashed through my mind, but I didn’t have an answer. Not one I could give him. Not yet.

Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued) I didn’t take the call but stared at the screen blankly. The ringing went on until it stopped on its own. I looked at the horizon again. “If the lost memories are meant to return. They will return on their own. If not, make the new memories.” I scoffed bitterly. What if the new memories hurt you more than those forgotten memories? What should one do then? I sighed and closed my eyes again. Joyce was right.

So it made a bet with me: if Jonathan ever changed his heart, I would gradually lose all memories related to him, my body would grow weaker and weaker, and I would die in the end. In truth, my memories had already begun to fade. I had just only realized it now. Jonathan lowered his gaze, pressed his forehead against mine, and looked at me intently. "Did you really forget? Or are you doing this on purpose to let me go hungry because I went to the hospital to take care of my sister-in-law a couple of days ago and didn't have time for you?" I shook my head. "I really forgot. Because the system—"

Within this confinement of my own contemplation, I am forced to confront the brutal truth of my being, stripped of any flicker of hope or chance for release. In this bleak and desolate cellar, the walls bear the marks of time, their once vibrant colors now faded and dull. The air is thick with the scent of decay, a constant reminder of the life I once knew. The only sound that echoes through the darkness is the haunting whisper of my breath, a solitary companion in this forsaken place. My days of laughter are long gone, replaced by the suffocating silence that engulfs me. The world above, once filled with life and color, now feels like a distant memory that I can barely recall. It's as if I'

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

“Eliza would’ve made sure to make the password something sentimental, something no one would think about when trying to find a way past a security measure.” “Summer solstice,” my father repeated, seeming like he was almost turning the words over in his brain. “I remember using that phrase over the phone. I think I was talking to Matthew. I don’t know why the memory is so fuzzy.” “What if,” Jade started. “Are there any spells that can be cast over not just one person, but MANY people to forget details, people, places, or something like that? What if we’ve ALL had our memories tampered with in some way to make sure we forget something?”

"Everything's fine, don't worry! She rasped in at her as cherry sighed before going back to the parlor. "Who am I? Who I really am? Where I'm I from and why can't I seem to remember my past lives? Lucy asks no one in particular as she bite her lips very hard and just then an idea flashes to her mind. Maybe she actually forgot her memories! Yeah something like that because she used to remember a story where some characters will have an accident which could result in a memory loss for them. Maybe she will have to see a doctor to find out what could be the cause of it.

Do they really know each other? Liam never thought that she had forgotten about him. Eleven years ago was a really long time but it’s not enough to forget somebody who was important to you. Was he not important to her? Or she probably had amnesia? No way, she remembered her grandparents. She knew them, how come she only forgot about him? “Or maybe you really forgot about me. I’m sorry to disturb you.” He was sad and hurt. It was evident in his eyes. He went away disappointedly. It’s not like him to retreat, but it came to him as a surprise that she didn’t know him.

Perfectly capable of thinking and planning like humans. All the years I was forced to believe it was an accident. But today the truth finally came to light. I took another soft deep breath as for a few moments my mind refused to think about anything. All it wanted was for me to grasp strongly onto those memories. I know why I forgot them all so it’s not hard to believe I had no idea what was going on around me, how I kept forgetting things. It was because of the ring Quincy gave me. I remember now that I have my memories back.

"I was waiting for you to be released from the hospital, I waited for you and tried talking to you but you just walked past me like a stranger. I tried to talk to you but you ... you said you don't know me." I violently wiped away my tears when I saw the tear on his cheek. "I ... I found out that your trauma caused you to forget memories you never want to remember. I found out that you forgot all your bad memories. Then you ..." He licked his lip and his tears fell more. "You forgot about me because I was a bad memory to you." His voice broke. "N-Noah ..." My voice trembled. "So, I told myself, why would I show you again if I just have a bad memory?"