Novel & Cerita Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable

Not now, not ever. ***

"To have you back, to reclaim what was lost." In that moment, the weight of my forgotten past and the uncertainty of the future seemed to fade into insignificance. The bond we shared, the connection that transcended memory, was a beacon of hope, guiding us forward on a journey of rediscovery and love.

Not now. Never.

Not now. Not ever.

Not now. Not ever!

She seemed to have the ability to see through their imperfections and admire their innate goodness. Their life over the past seven years seemed to flicker past his eyes, every second precious and memorable. From moments that might seem mundane like a morning greeting to the exciting times like their marriage and the birth of their children, every second was precious, he treasured them all, even the times when their love for each other was tested; he wouldn’t trade these memories for anything in the world.

Then he was gone, and the silence rushed back in, now feeling less like safety and more like a vacuum. I swept every splinter of glass, wiping the sticky residue of polish until the marble was pristine. My heart refused to slow down. I was angry at my own body for betraying me, for shaking, for reacting to his warmth. I am a survivor. I am a ghost. I chanted the mantra silently, but the memory of the expensive wool of his suit jacket pressing against my cheek still lingered, real and intrusive. My head was down, scraping the brush against the dustpan, when I saw it.

The guy I used to love felt like a total stranger now. He used to bring me my favorite flowers, pull off cute little surprises. If I got hurt, he'd wrap me up and say, "Does it hurt? Don't worry, I've got you." Now? After the whole fake memory loss thing, he wouldn't even bother to spare me a glance. Back when I heard he got hurt, I ran straight to the hospital. But the way he looked at me—like I was dirt—cut deeper than any wound. The guy who once loved me couldn't even stand being near me.

We sat in silence, finishing our drinks as I closed the laptop. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes. Stacy was right about one thing. After looking at these, even if I never got my memories back, this fundamentally changed me. The path going forward for my life was now altered. I could never go back. Not after seeing these. Knowing what I had and what I lost, I never wanted to love again. Everything would pale. Even Adrian was struggling with the concept of it.