R5 I Can't Forget About You Novels & Stories

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

I was so focused on the beautiful song that I completely forgot about my phone, which was in my room. I realized I didn’t have it with me when I thought of snapping a picture of the guy who was playing the piano. Afterward, I quickly go upstairs, but before I enter the room, I notice the prince has not yet left his room.

"Yes, I can. But you must understand that it will be a difficult process. You will forget everything about Dante, including your love for him. Are you sure that this is what you want? And in some unique instances, you might forget that we also talked and forget the memories that I revealed to you. Do you still want to proceed?” I hesitated for a moment, my heart torn between knowing my real family and my desire to escape the pain that the Rossi’s had caused me. But in the end, the pain won out. "Yes," I said firmly. "I want to forget him. Please, Moon Goddess." The Moon Goddess placed her hands on my temples, and I felt a rush of energy flow through me. It was like a wave of light, washing o

Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…" When she held her pen and opened the first blank page of the book, she paused. What date would she write? History was the subject she failed the most in high school, so she didn't know any particular event or time she would like to travel to. The only country Thalia had ever learned about or been obsessed with was the tropical island nation, Rivenland. It was the only class she'd paid attention to because its history captured her, so she knew its history by heart.

seryosong tanong ni Euphie sakaniya. “I don't know how to say it..” at napatitig lang lalo si Jade sakaniya. “Pero parang matagal na nga talaga kitang kilala..” “Huh? Sa paanong paraan?” at napakunot na ang noo niya sa sobrang pagkalito. “I can't explain it either. Pero..” “Pero ano..” “I somehow remember everything about you..”

“I am only finally accepting that rejection. Why does that seem to rile you up?” “Stop trying to act tough, Amanda. You and I both know that Duncan is speaking the truth. Just stay as he wants you to. Stop trying to provoke him. He wants you to remain his mate so don’t push your luck with emotional blackmail,” Kattie spat, rising from the bed, the mark on her neck blazing like a defiant challenge. She had shifted her clothing just enough to reveal it fully to mock me. “Shouldn’t you be happy with what I want to do?” I asked, voice cutting through the tension. “After all, you’d be the first person to benefit when your Duncan and I are free of the mate bond binding us together.”

he said at last. My stomach dropped. I frowned, trying to pull up anything from last night. Nothing came. My thoughts were scattered, useless. I bit my lip, worried I had done something stupid. Or worse. He watched me struggle for a second before adding, “But I’m willing to forget it… if you do what I say.” I blinked at him, confused. “What am I supposed to do?” Alexander raised a brow, almost like he was surprised I didn’t understand. Then his eyes moved over me once, “Get ready,”

Tainted by the guilt of the future war. The spell hadn't just stolen four years; it had retroactively poisoned the timeline. It had rewritten the narrative so completely that I couldn't find a single memory of Remy that didn't have a shadow hanging over it. Every smile, every touch, every whispered *I love you* was now infected by the knowledge of what I had done to her under the hex. "I..." I choked out, tears streaming down my face. "I don't have any." The silence was absolute. I HAVE NONE.

Xander suddenly said, grabbing my arm. I yanked it away instantly. “It’s okay, Xander,” I said with a faint smile, just loud enough for the mic to pick up. “This will all blow over soon. People always forget.” He leaned in closer, hissing through gritted teeth, “What the hell are you doing?” I met his eyes and said clearly, “I’m coming back to modeling.”

I tried to dance to the sad heartbroken songs. You're everything I thought you never were And nothing like I thought you could've been But still you live inside of me So tell me, how is that? You're the only one I wish I could forget .The only one I love to not forgive And though you break my heart You're the only one On the realization, it wasn't soothing me at all.I removed the t-shirt I was wearing and limped to Marcus room. I removed the bandage and waited for the bathtub to be filled with water. As soon as it was full, I got in still listening to my sad songs and began gulping down the bottle of wine... ****