Poem Lest We Forget Novels & Stories

All I needed to do was grab a taxi to the hotel. My legs failed before I got to the street. The concrete bit into my jeans, making my knees sting. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. He didn’t hate me. He didn’t choose his dream or his old life over me. He didn’t think they were better. He didn’t decide he could do better. I couldn’t hate him over this. I couldn’t fucking hate him. I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t move on. Because he didn’t remember. He never remembered me. Our time. All of it. The whirlwind, the promises, the adoration, the love. I was the only one who held it. The half of a heart and soul that was left of me screamed in pain. It was as though it all n

I had never felt something like this before Life had always kept me at peace You came and opened the doors of pain And gifted me with solitude Your poison tainted my heart Leaving it in complete darkness And instead of forgetting you I ended up loving you even more And now you're here Watching me suffer Tell me, how should I go about forgetting Your kisses and erasing you forever From myself From myself From myself From myself I knew it the moment I saw you Loving you was going to hurt me deeply

Feeling better, I go to find Revna. She was fast asleep clutching her teddy tightly. I kissed her head. “Mama loves you, I whispered and left her room. The events of the night stay heavy in my mind as I shower. I felt much better as I finished showering. While drying my hair, my phone pinged with a message. I grabbed it and read through the message sent by another unregistered number. ‘Tick tock, tick tock, you’ll never get your memory back until you see the truth’

His energy makes me feel very cold. Clarissa whirled around in her chair. "He's here?" But she could see nothing. "You mustn't fear him anymore. I am being told this. The second man is here now. He will keep you safe. He has been searching for you for a very long time. Trust him. He is present in your life purely for you. He asks if you like the forget me nots he gave you?" Clarissa's thoughts drifted back to the small vase of forget me nots back on her kitchen table. She smiled fondly and, to her surprise, felt the unexpected onset of a blush.

"Mr. Gardner Senior, we're willing to accept any punishment from you, anything at all, as long as you spare our lives!" Gone was their earlier arrogance, replaced by the willingness to do anything for the sake of survival, even grovel before Grandpa. "Ms. Gardner, Mr. Gardner Senior, this is our fault. We didn't recognize Ms. Gardner for who she was. Please, show some magnanimity and have mercy on us insignificant worms." "This is your fault, you imposter! If it weren't for you pretending to be someone you weren't, we certainly wouldn't have been so vicious and ruthless!"

It was a place so far off the grid that Echo, in all its years of chasing fire, had never stepped foot there not to intervene, not to observe, not even to archive. The letter was written in clear Romanian, translated at the Listening House by a volunteer named Ion. It read: To whoever is left with the ledger, This place has never been bombed. Never colonized. Never filmed. That sounds like peace. But it’s silence. And silence can starve you. We have stories. But no one ever asked. We heard what you do. If you still do it. Come if you want to know what forgetting looks like before memory is ever born. We’re still here.

I could only hope this plan worked as I licked gently along the mate mark I had created once more. Marking your fated mate is meant to be emotional. Amazing. Loving. Memorable. But, sadly, this time, there was no tenderness and care in this one like there had been the first one. Aria would not even remember it, and that made my heart ache once more. Lost to the moon along with the rest of the memories we had shared. But, my memories were still in tact, and my mind filled with images of that special night… the smile upon that beautiful face of hers as she had pulled me to her… knowing she was forever mine… both so clueless of what was to come…

"You forgot my face. You forgot my name. You forgot that night. You forgot everything that happened, everything we were, everything we could have been. You forgot. You chose to forget. Because it was easier. Because it was safer. Because it was all you knew how to do. Forget. Run. Start over somewhere else. Start over with nothing. Start over with no one. Start over as if nothing had ever existed, as if no one had ever existed, as if I had never existed." I want to tell him he's wrong. I want to tell him I didn't forget. That I never forgot. That I thought of him every day, every night, every time I looked at my children, every time I saw their blond hair, their light eyes, the way they laug

And for the first time, I’m afraid. Because a thought slowly, methodically devours me. What if I had been there that night? What if it was me she saw? What if I don’t remember? I lower my head, broken. And I understand. What we prefer to forget… Is sometimes what destroys us the most.

“The darkest weapon isn’t force, but forgetfulness. It makes us abandon ourselves.” “So how do we fight that?” Ash asked, desperation in his voice. “How do you make people remember what they chose to forget?” Liora looked at the blank journal in her hands, she knew. The answer had been there all along. “You don’t force them,” she said, growing stronger. “You show them. Remind them of who they once were.” She stepped back to the Speaking Stone. This time, she pressed her whole body to it, the journal held between her palm and the cold rock.