Promise Me You'll Always Remember Novels & Stories

I promise. –The end–

“That you’ll never lie to me. Even if it hurts. Even if it pushes me away.” “I promise. But I don’t plan on lying... or losing you.” She looked at me. Her eyes were softer now. “Then promise me something else…” “Another one?” “That you’ll never forget what just happened. That you’ll remember this when I’m gone. When I can’t come. When you look at someone and doubt.” I touched her face. Kissed her forehead. “I’ll never forget. You fucked me up, Maria Vitória. Forever.” She smiled, satisfied.

I respond. Money can buy almost anything,g but it can't break loyalty that's cemented with mutual understanding, trust, and magic. "You haven't established any relationships with them yet?" she retorts. I understood why she wanted to make this easier on both of us and that she was frustrated, but she was going a little too far now. "I have El, but they have signed a commitment to the throne that's binded with magic. I am not on the throne yet; my father is. They would be obligated to share what I'd be asking them to do," I explain.

"You said my music was the only thing that could make you forget about all the pressure, all the expectations." "It was true then," he said quietly. "It's still true now." I watched as his hand moved to stroke her hair with unconscious gentleness, the same way he'd touched me just last night. "Promise me something," Isabella whispered, tilting her face up to look at him. "Even if I can never play again, promise me you'll still remember those moments. Promise me they'll always be precious to you." "I promise," he said without hesitation. "Those memories are part of me, Isabella. They always will be. Nothing can take them away."

I tried to call her, but she didn't answer it either. Then I remembered what she said to me last night. *FLASHBACK* "L-Leon." "What is it?" "Can you promise me one thing?" My brows wrinkled."Promise? What should I promise?" "We should promise each other that after this night, we will forget each other. I mean, even if we see each other on the street or somewhere, we're going to act like we're total strangers. Is that a deal?" I wasn't able to speak immediately because of what she just said. But then I looked at her and spoke, " I promise."

"This lifetime, the next, and any others that may come our way, I’ll always find you, and I will love you all over. And I promise, no matter what the future holds, I'll always be here beside you." "Mmmm, I like the sounds of that," she murmurs. "Good, because it’s a promise."

His eyes searched mine. "What?" My throat tightened. The words escaped before I could stop them. "Promise me you won't leave." Silence. The air between us seemed to freeze. For one terrifying second, I thought he wouldn't answer. Then he wrapped his arms around me. Holding me tightly. Almost desperately. "I'll always come back to you." I buried my face against his chest. Trying to ignore the strange ache growing inside me. Trying to believe him. Trying not to wonder why his promise sounded so much like a goodbye.

I couldn't stop worrying, so I refused to let her leave. Flustered, Rachel grabbed a random glass jar from the kitchen and handed it to me. "Joel, I promise I'll only go to Todd 99 times. Every time I leave, you drop a bean in this jar. When it gets to 99, you bring the jar to me, and I'll come home with you." Ever since then, that glass jar had become my most prized possession. But now, all the beans were gone. Rachel stared blankly at the empty jar, feeling just as empty on the inside.

"You opened your eyes and looked at me like I was a stranger. You asked who I was." "I remember your voice. Saying my name over and over." Aria's eyes glistened. "I remember wanting to cry because I couldn't remember why you sounded so sad. And I remember hearing you whisper something to me. You said, 'I'll wait for you. I'll always wait for you.'" Damien's face crumpled. His hands trembled. "I promised you I would wait. Even if it took years. Even if you never remembered." "You kept that promise." She squeezed his hand. "And I found my way back to you. Every single time."

Before the wedding, I received a deduction alert from our joint account. Amount: $1,314. Merchant: Love hotel. Note: One last fling before the wedding. The cardholder was Ethan Greyson. The one who’d used it was his childhood friend, Sophie. I stared at my phone, my fingers ice cold. Sophie was sitting in the bridesmaids’ dressing room touching up her lipstick, wearing Ethan’s suit jacket over her shoulders. She saw the notification and came over with a smile. “Amber, don’t get the wrong idea. “I forgot my wallet, so I used your husband’s joint account to get a room to rest. “He said you’d be sharing finances anyway, so he let me charge it this once.” I looked at Ethan. His first instinct wa