Remind Me Of Him Novels & Stories

he smiled. “You remember me,” I awed, returning his friendly smile. We only met twice, several years before, so I wasn’t sure if he would remember me. When I called him yesterday, I introduced myself as Duncan’s mate, and he didn’t seem to realize, but now I could tell from his eyes that he actually remembered me. “Of course I do,” his smile widened. “How could I forget a young lady who beat me so shamefully?”

Odd memories begin to hit me with a crushing weight. "Do you not remember me?" He asks, and I can detect hurt in his voice. Peculiarly, I do, regardless of how much that shocks me. A large number of recollections reemerges with a speed that panics me. "Liam." The word leaves my mouth, leaving me shocked and befuddled. How could I know that? How could I know him? The man attempts to frame his next words and comes up short. Once more, following a couple of moments, he attempts.

He squinted his eyes at me like as if trying to remember what the hell I was saying. OMG, I'm starting to get annoyed. What is wrong with him? Does he call several students to his office for him not to remember me? "My name is Adriana Litmann," I reminded him in case that's the reason why he could not remember me. "Right." He slowly nodded his head. "Come in." I mentally nodded my eyes. I already introduced myself to him. I even embarrassed myself telling him my name and that story from last night and yet he still doesn't remember me.

If I remembered my past, maybe then I would know. “Come on,” I told him. “We have to go. I’ll talk to you when I can, alright?” He nodded and we started to part ways. Then, his voice stopped me. “Hey, Anna.” I turned. He smiled and said, “I don’t know if I told you this before but you remind me of her. A lot.” “Who?”

he gritted out and there was no doubt, he wanted to crush me down right at this instance. “no…” I cried. “Why not? It has been really long. I forgot how you tasted.” He said and I couldn’t help feel disgusted at it. I knew exactly what he was referring to. I had pushed that night really really deep and now he was reminding me of that horrible night. Even if I want, I could never forget that night. It was embedded in my soul. “Please,” I said trying to pry him off. “I will always find what is mine.” He said and I looked up at him horrified. He knew where I was!

"Oh, how long has it been since I heard those titles?" He grins with a hint of sadness, "Thank you for reminding me who I am. You're Zi Yan, right? I heard them call you by that name." I nod, "Yes. What do you mean when you said that I reminded you who you were?"

For a split second, I thought it might be him. It couldn't… it can't We didn't have each other's phone number? It was just a reminder of my next appointment. Wednesday. 5pm. Oh god...

I nodded. "But not quite much....." I replied. "Progress," he replied. Mom sighed. Wayne stood up and hugged me. Now that I believe that I have really lost my memories, I want to really work hard to get them back. For some reason, I want to see that guy from earlier again. What was his name again. I think it was......his face flashed through my eyes. Not from today, but an image I've never seen. Ian.

I kept on telling myself that I needed to forget him the way he had forgotten me. But weeks later, a text appeared on my phone. No words. Just: “You still think about me?” And yes… I did.

“A guy? Who’s this guy?” “I can’t remember his name, but I’ve seen him before. Mom introduced him as an old friend a while ago. I don’t think you’ve met him. You were on patrol that day.” “Your memory seems rather sharp for someone who just experienced mental strain,” I remarked, and he shook his head. “Quite the contrary. I’ve spent the entire day forgetting things. I’m surprised I remembered this one,” he said and shoved his almost clean hands into his pockets. “Do you need to see a doctor for that?”