Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable Novels & Stories

Forgotten together. "I can't remember." I try to speak. But I have no mouth. No voice. No self. "I'm nothing. I'm gone. I'm forgotten." "You're forgetting." The Forgotten One corrects. "But not forgotten yet. Not completely. Not permanently. You still have choice. Still have Aurora buried deep. Still have chance to return. Or to stay. To join us. To be forgotten forever. To be nothing eternally. To be free finally." "Free?" I grasp at the concept. At the word. At the meaning. "How is nothing free?"

reborn. The final memories flickered to life, a poignant conclusion to the tumultuous journey of my past. I recalled Haven's words, her voice filled with conviction and faith in me. She had believed in me, seen potential in the broken, angry young man I once was. Her words had been a balm to my soul, a reassurance that I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. And then, as we had agreed, she took all my memories, erasing the pain and the anguish, leaving me with a clean slate.

My chest tightened sharply. Across the network. similar grief emerged everywhere. People remembering earlier selves with strange tenderness. The version that loved without caution. The version that trusted more easily. The version untouched by betrayal yet. Untouched by loss. Untouched by understanding. I exhaled slowly. And beneath every memory lived the same haunting realization: I can never fully become that person again. My chest tightened. Because awareness was irreversible. Once consciousness expanded. it could not comfortably shrink back into older forms. Even healing did not restore innocence completely.

I have to leave your memory behind. The charm bracelet that you gave me during my 18th birthday has been on my wrist ever since that day you put it on me. The drum set charm with the words 'Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears' still dangles in the middle of it. You told me to put a new charm on it for every milestone or good memory that happens in my life so I decided to do that every time something good happens between us. But until now, that drum set is still the only charm dangling from that bracelet. Seeing it just breaks my heart because it's a constant reminder of you and the things we never had. Today, I've decided that I'm unclasping this bracelet from my wrist and mak

Forever forward. Forever fighting. Forever refusing to surrender. That was the legacy. That was the mission. That was everything. And it would not die without the greatest battle they could give. Not now. Not ever. Never.

"The truth we've been seeking is within our grasp." With renewed determination, we stepped into the blinding light, ready to confront the ultimate revelation that awaited us. Little did we know that what lay beyond would shatter our perceptions, challenge our beliefs, and reshape our very existence. The journey had tested us in ways we couldn't have imagined, but it had also strengthened us, forged our resolve, and deepened our bond. We were prepared to face the truth, no matter how daunting it may be. And as we stepped further into the unknown, the future loomed before us, brimming with possibilities, awaiting the moment when the veil would be lifted and the secrets of the Forgotten would b

Yet they never looked in the right direction. Never saw him. Never realized. Ama felt tears form. Because the tragedy wasn't neglect. It was failure. A heartbreaking failure. The Witness whispered: “We forgot that forgetting was possible.” Silence. The sentence echoed across eternity. How do you protect someone from being forgotten… If forgetting has never existed before? How do you search for someone… When the act of losing them erases the memory that they are missing? Aurel's eye widened slightly. The anger Ama expected never came.

It devoured meaning, consuming the very reasons for existence, leaving behind only hollow husks of once-glorious worlds realities so thoroughly drained that they were forgotten even by time, erased so completely that they had never been. And just like that, with the terrible inevitability of avalanches and earthquakes, the first shadow of the Forgotten One stirred to wakefulness for the first time since before creation began.

I wanted thing a to be back to the way they were but after this, I don’t think it’ll ever happen. Not now, Not anytime soon

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.