Once Loved Now Forgotten Novels & Stories

His fingers closed around the black key. “That memories do not disappear.” “What then?” Leon answered with a sentence that no one liked. “They gather.” Cold spread in space. Not real cold. The kind of cold that leaves ideas. “What do you mean?” Elio asked. Leon went to a big window. Pointed out to the forest. “Every forgotten story.” ‘Every lost name.’ “Every man that no one remembers.” His voice was barely audible. “Everything remains somewhere.” Aren thought of Noah. An Clara.

The floating memories continued spinning. Hundreds. Thousands. Perhaps millions of worlds. Gone. Every one of them. Consumed. Erased. Forgotten. The First Queen whispered: "That's impossible." Orion slowly shook his head. "No." His silver eyes met hers. "That's why I was erased." The sanctuary fell silent. The forgotten Sovereign raised his hand. The memories merged into a single image. The eyes. Watching from the darkness. Ancient beyond comprehension. Patient beyond imagination. Orion's voice became almost a whisper.

Only the two of them could understand how much it comforted them in these hours that they have to part again. Oneil can only hope that someday, they can freely be with each other. Without worries. Without fears and complexities. And giving their time, and happiness to each other are things that will never be hindered. Nevertheless, they almost had it all. Time and space had allowed them to embrace each other. St. Tropez has become among the best of their memories in their mind. And this day will forever be etched in Oneil’s heart and soul. Something that he will never forget even if he will experience another case of amnesia. Because his heart will refuse to forget this.

“It’s over! You’re never going to see him again. He lives in the U.S and you’re now in London. For heavens sake you don’t even know his freaking name.” I could write a poem about why i needed to delete that one night event out of mind and recite it over and over in a desperate attempt to forget it all. But I barely had time for that so instead, I muttered the same old words over and over, reminding myself to forget it all. “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.” “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.”

The dome vanished, in its place was a net of raw, painful memory. The lead, Forgotten, wearing Finn’s lost love’s face, stepped forward. When its foot crossed the valley, the bloody light lashed out. It didn’t destroy it and it remembered it. The Forgotten soldier shuddered, its vacant black eyes cleared, showing confused, scared eyes of the young woman she once was. She looked at Finn, lips silently saying his name, then faded into a gentle silver mist that rose and vanished. The ancient oath, fully awakened, was not a shield and it was fire. It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free.

It was quite a sight. The music started, and the big screen showed two figures, a male and a female, running hand in hand in the rain. Elio sang an old favorite, "Someone Like You." We used to laugh, we used to cry, our hearts beating as one, However, time can be a thief, stealing what we thought had begun. Then we walk these streets alone, shadows of what we were, Faded pictures in a frame, memories that blur. We were lovers once, dancing in the rain,

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating us both, a silent witness to this cruelest of farewells. It was the same moonlight as that night ten years ago, the night I decided to save him. Everything had come full circle. Except this time, there were no second chances. The universe had played its cruelest joke, and the punchline was this: two souls, once bound by love, now utterly annihilated by it. What was victory now? What was his empire? What was his revenge? He had lost the most precious thing in the world. And he would never, ever get her back.

The drink slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. The illusion yesterday__ the little girl on the court__ wasn't an illusion at all. It was a memory. A memory I didn't know I still had. My chest tightened__ if our lives crossed before, why doesn't acknowledge it?, Why hide it? Or probably she had a memory loss?. A dangerous thought creeps into my mind . Does Adrian know?.

The dark sky began to soften, the first light of dawn stretching across the endless ocean. Damien sat beside me near the aircraft’s open hatch, his dark eyes fixed on the calm sea, silent but steady. His hand brushed mine, warm, grounding... unbreakable. “It’s really over,” I whispered, breathless. His gaze softened—just for a moment. “It is.” We sat together, watching the world breathe again, alive... free. Or Was It? But even as the horizon stretched endlessly, I couldn’t shake the cold feeling that somewhere, Natalia’s legacy still lived... waiting. Because shadows... never die.

I’m not sure how long I laid there. Thinking about my whole life and how I got to this point. I couldn’t move. My head had connected really hard with the pavement, so my vision stayed black for what felt like forever. My heart was pounding, my skull was on fire, and I could smell smoke and burning flesh. I need to get up, I just can’t move. My body is fighting against me. Everything hurts. What the fuck happened? One minute we were on the road, I was about to tell him I loved him. Actually, say the words, then there was a bright light and pain. Wait, where’s.... fuck. His name. I forgot his name.