Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I hurt you." "A person's heart can turn to ice. I'm not Celeste. She has always yearned for your love. So long as you show her love, then she will return your love twofold." Naomi looked wistfully at Celeste, who was playing in the living room. However, her eyes immediately turned cold once again. "I gave up on you a long time ago. "If you really feel guilty and truly want to make things up to us, then just keep treating Celeste well."

the edges of the scar were blurring, fading to grey, it wasn't healing; it was being un-written. He stared at it, his face pale. "I... I can't remember how I got this," he whispered, his voice laced with a new kind of terror. "I know it was in a fight, but... the face of the one who gave it to me... it's gone." The Remnant turned his placid gaze upon Ashiel. "The Oblivion is not a localized phenomenon. While you focused all your power here, your own personal, unattended memories began to thin, it is the cost. To remember the world, you must sometimes forget yourself."

Not now, not ever, maybe ever is a strong word I might forgive him but not yet. I might be able to forgive and forget everything else, but the betrayal of someone you thought was your friend—that's unforgettable. Even if you forgive them, those memories will always find a way to haunt you. "You remember when we used to go for picnics on afternoons like this?" he persisted. "I'll take a little nap, wake me when we get to town" I announced, pushing the button on the seat so it reclined. I turned to my side and closed my eyes. He knew I wasn't really sleeping, even if I were sleepy.

Fortunately, with the help of my friends in Italy and Greece, I finished my schooling in business course and applied as Barack's secretary who is now my fiancé. My heart was heavy upon reminiscing the past. It was squeezing me inside, preventing me from breathing smoothly. I did not know what happened afterwards, my mind was nowhere to be found. The next thing I just knew was we were already inside the van and my son was watching the colourful lights outside. I motioned my hands to my face and noticed my wet cheeks. I immediately wiped it with my fingers and heaved a heavy deep breath. Am I really ready to face my past and remember the forgotten?

In the face that's probably why we are such great friends. Over the last ten years whenever I see my parents I get the same lectures as when I was still a teenager. Now thirty and holding down a good job as a planner for an events organizing company, I'm still seen by them as the teen dropout who can never do anything right. By this point though, I'm past caring about their opinions. They have one perfect daughter to be proud of, I'm fine with being who I am these days.

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

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.

That moonstone ring used to be everything I longed for. But now, in my eyes, it looked more like a pair of handcuffs. I had fought so hard to escape that cage. There was no way I would ever walk back into it. I shook my head. "I've already started over. I'm happy with the life I have now." Marcus didn't say anything else. He simply turned and left. Over the next few days, my phone wouldn't stop ringing.

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

He couldn't even watch Gio crawl on Alita and began to shake her crying. He had failed Amara. He had failed Gio. He had failed Alita. He had failed Flavi. And he had failed himself. He has to live to continue his fight another day but he will never himself. He will always REMEMBER TO HATE HIMSELF for all the evil he had done. (La fine è il nuovo inizio!) The end is the new beginning!