Precious Memories How They Linger Novels & Stories

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

"I don't have anything else better to do. Just got to keep myself busy-" "So that there is no room for thinking.", I completed, slightly surprised because the words slipped automatically without much thought. I could not help but relate. His blazing eyes fell on me while he studied me. I guess I looked lost in thought or was reciprocating his stare by staring in return. That moment was hazy. It was like trying to strip our walls and skin to show each other glimpses of our past but afraid that vulnerability could betray us. Again. "Cause no matter what, your thoughts go back to that time. Memories are not beautiful. They are haunting.", I continued, trying my best to hold my tears.

As Alex said, Precious tried to leave all the bad and sad memories and only brought beautiful memories home with her. While staring at the cloud they passed from the window of the Precious plane, they continued to wash their brains by remembering one beautiful memory that happened during their honeymoon. Precious continued to do that until she had no chance to remember painful memories. And when she couldn't think of any good memories Precious would hold Alex's hand and look into his face. To be continued............. Watch out for season two

The shadows clawing at her mind began to twist and waver, cracking under the weight of their united will as the remnants of distorted memories flickered like dying embers in the darkness. “Focus on what you know is real!” Amelia urged, the strength in her voice resonating through their mental connection as she battled the onslaught of lies. The shards of true memories surfaced—moments shared with Gabriel and Lucas now gleamed like treasures amidst the murky fog that attempted to drown her.

I answered his question with a big smile. Gabriel looked dissatisfied, his handsome face instantly turning gloomy. “Why do you like remembering the past so much?” I stroked his tan cheek and kissed his jaw. “The past is something that I can never repeat. All I can do is remember it.” “Are those memories so precious to you?” Gabriel took my hand and pulled me towards the living room. I sat beside him and leaned back against the pillows behind me. “I only remember the pleasant moments, Gabriel. Let the terrible memories be a part of the past that I never want to revisit. By always remembering the good things, I can cherish every precious little moment.”

“Yes, if the rain does not stop until noon, we just have a closing ceremony then go home. That's what I heard.” “Hear from where?” Debbie is curious how others can know such things. Though if Debbie had paid a little attention to her surroundings, she would also have been able to know like the others. “The mentor gave orders to the senior." Amy replied innocently. Debbie took a deep breath. “Our memories are full of General rainwater...” Lamented, the rain that fell only made her spirit overflow. “Dude, what can we do?”

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”

The necklace was with me since then, but I didn't know where that necklace came from since my memories from the past were gone. That would be my biggest revelation, why my memories aren't present? Why couldn't I remember anything from the past? Even a single memory with my parents. I didn't know, but I'll find the answers soon. The necklace was beautiful it has some white diamonds in it. Well, though I wanted to buy that I didn't have much money, even a penny except for the money Hildred gave me. "Do you want that?" I was just shocked when I heard his voice. He's so close to me, whispering to my ears.

Her gaze moved across me like a scanner—pulse, pupils, the tension at the edge of a jaw that hasn’t slept. “Do you know why they call this the mirror cell?” she asked. “Because somebody thinks irony is a hobby.” “Because if a person has memories that don’t sit right, the reflections tease it out. Asymmetry reveals itself. A hand that should carry weight on the first knuckle carries it on the second. A scar that healed with a certain pull pulls wrong when the body remembers a story it never lived.” Her eyes met mine. “Memory-transfer leaves artifacts.” I laughed once, raw. “Memory-transfer.”

Yet, the flame of hope continued to flicker within me—a quiet beacon that refused to be extinguished. The penthouse, once echoing with the laughter and shared dreams of a couple in love, had transformed into a museum of memories frozen in time. The furnishings remained untouched, preserving a semblance of the life we had planned together. Each room held a spectral echo of Evelyn's presence, a poignant reminder of the love that had once filled these walls with warmth.