Remind Me Of Him Novels & Stories

I didn’t even have the guts to go to the office and clear my table because I knew he would try to talk to me. Hoping it wasn’t him, I answered the call and hesitantly brought the phone to my ear. “Hello?” “Your voice sounds groggy. Did you just wake up?” It wasn’t George, but I couldn’t identify the speaker anyway. The voice sounded oddly familiar. Was it one of my hookups in the past? “Who’s this?” “I’m quite hurt you can’t remember me. It hasn’t been up to a month since we met.” I scrunched my eyebrows in an attempt to recall who was talking. My brain came up blank. “Sorry. I can’t seem to recall.”

His words, his demeanor—they linger in my thoughts, refusing to be forgotten. I can’t believe I didn’t ask for his name. How could I forget something so simple, yet so important? It’s frustrating, and I find myself replaying the conversation in my head, wondering what his name might be and why it slipped my mind. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or perhaps I was too caught up in my own thoughts to remember.

(RINGING MEMORIES) “YOU WOULDN’T BREAK YOUR PROMISE, RIGHT?” He remembers, yet he somehow didn’t, but it goes along with the dark tone of someone’s lullaby that he dears and just like how he dear his older brother. Yet. “You will never know as anyone ever knew it all, JK.” His dream will tell him, yet he couldn’t exactly remember, WHO. “Wait.” As he will always call upon the figure of a girl that he couldn’t see the face.

Mark nodded, breathing a sigh of relief as the old man turned his back. The message had been a spur of the moment thing, and the wording impromptu, but he wanted to get a message to them if they remembered him. Telling them he wished he knew he had sisters would remind them that none of them knew they were related when they'd met before, and adding that he was looking forward to meeting them for the first time tomorrow was something he was rather pleased with. A hidden message saying don't admit that we've already met. In the event that one or both of them didn't remember him then the whole message would seem quite sweet.

One in particular does, and I realised it since the moment Ren walked into the kitchen this morning. “Last night you forgot my name. And then this morning, miraculously, you remembered it again,” I remind him, to which his eyes slightly narrow. I’m quick to fix myself. “I’m not saying you should remember my name or anything. I just think it’s odd that you asked for my name last night and then remembered it again now.” It takes Ren a moment to answer, collecting his thoughts.

he insisted. "When we meet," I replied dismissively. "Alright, if you insist. Hmm, I was calling to remind you about the meeting. You know we can’t afford to lose this one," he said. "You shouldn't remind me about that, I know." I told him firmly. "Er...just trying to remind you." He said. I took a deep breath in, "alright. Thanks for the reminder." "Okay. Hmm, boss, I wanted to tell you something." He continued.

Another message pops up. “This is him.”

Let him remember. This time, I was not the one walking away broken.

A sound dinged from my phone which I inspected immediately as I reached for my phone tucked into my jacket. Turns out it was a reminder which I set so as to remind me since I was a hundred percent sure I would forget, which I obviously did forget had it not been cause of the reminder. A reminder stating I was supposed to visit my uncle who brought me up since I lost my parents. I had made it a routine to create time to visit my uncle on this particular day even though I just saw him last two weeks. Through the amount of stress and work I go through, I wasn't surprised about me forgetting about my plan to visit him.

One word echoed in John’s mind: “Remember.