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He folded his arms and glanced away. To fill the awkward silence, I bent down again, near the lavender. “Dr. Camille gave me this book last week. It says scent can trigger memory. I was thinking about that out here.” He didn’t respond right away. I continued, trying to keep my voice light, “has that ever happened to you? A smell that brought something back?” His eyes stared at the red camellias nearby. He didn’t move toward them, just stared at me too long. “Yes,” he said finally. “Some scents should stay in the past.”

**** ~ 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.

She picked up the cooler to pack to the kitchen, and she saw a note under it. “I am sorry I have to do this, Tasha. I enjoy every moment with you, and I wished I can stay with you forever. Thank you for your kindness and the smile you always offer. I want to follow your advice, so I will find peace and I can claim what is mine. I love everything about you, and I wish you will continue to smile till we meet again. But please don’t force yourself to cry if you don’t feel like…” “Cry when necessary. Eat, sleep, and enjoy your life in any way you can. If you hear my whisper at the Karaoke, what I said is true…”

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

And it did work, I didn't notice that I survived that day without being jealous of the others for that whole day. The next painting on the other corner still on the left side shows a bunch of broken things. An eyeglass, vase, face mirror, and a phone that has flooded with unread messages. Only the phone has the blood on it. This is the painting I made the day my parents told me that I will be engaged to someone.

The peaceful morning… The soothing rain… The calm I had felt— It was no longer untouched. Because memories have a way of weaving themselves into the present. And some memories— Refuse to stay in the past. comment your opinion send lots of gems if you are loving the story.

The photograph was a key that unlocked a vault of recollections, each memory standing as a testament to the bond we shared, the adventures we embarked upon, and the experiences that shaped us. As I looked at the photograph, memories began to unfold like a tapestry before my mind's eye—a montage of moments that had unfolded beyond the walls of the room. The feeling was a mixture of bitter sweetness and longing—a recognition that those memories, while precious, were now relegated to the realm of the past, a repository of joy and freedom that existed outside the confines of my current reality.

"But I can't imagine how could you ever think to eliminate someone who meant so much to you from your mind forever. I think I would be sad if someone I really love decided to destroy every good and beautiful memory about me. Even if I knew I could never meet my family again, I would always cherish my memories with them." He sent her a lethal glare. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you." "Sorry, I just think memories are too precious to forget. You should hold it to your heart."

Some we love to treasure. Some memories become precious gifts That live on forever and ever. Yes, memories are precious moments, And I have quite a few, The memories I treasure the most Are those I made with you. Jake: The years have passed by In the blink of an eye, Moments of sadness And joy have flown by. People I loved Have come and have gone, But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn't easy, And the struggles were there, Filled with times that it mattered,

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.