Remind Me Of Him Novels & Stories

Smiling, he tilted his head to the side. “It looks like you don’t remember me, I’m Kieran.” “I remember,” I muttered, spinning around. “You never called.”

"Ohhhh, fuck. I completely forgot." "I knew." "So why didn't you just remind me?" He pointed his index finger towards my face, and moved it in circles. "You see that reaction, that's why." "But... Oh ohh shit. I must have sounded like a stupid forgetful person." "Do you want me to say something that'll surprise you?" "Yeah. What's that?" "You actually didn't." "Didn't what?" I asked, very curious. "Think about it." he replied laughing. "Ohh... Nice one huh?" I replied.

What could I tell him? I went over and knelt beside the couch. To me, just then, he reminded me of the man I had respected all my life- he reminded me of the him who used to panic over the phone when he couldn’t get off work on time. I had missed him. “Hikaru-nii.” I called softly. “Look here.” It took him a moment but he turned his face towards me eventually.

I called after him, but he never turned around. I knew that I probably won’t ever see him again, but I would never forget him or the memories that we shared and that was more than enough for me. If I ever needed a reminder of him, all I had to do was look at our son’s cheerful face. Afterall, that was the only piece of Reiner that I could keep to myself… --To be continued…

Iris stood at the end, wearing the dress she wore the day my memory was erased. “ Do you remember me now?.” she asked stretching her hand for me, I stepped forward one foot in fire and the other in bloom, I ran to her holding her hand the moment I got to her. Through time, through pain, every door that gave been close in my memory. Faces I had erased, voices I had silence. My father, my mother and my son. And then I noticed a door I had never see before, I opened it and behind the door was Wren, he smiled and said “ still think this is your mind Callum?”

Letting it remind me if I forgot. The night I last saw him still rang in my memory. How I'd watched the car strike him. How I'd stood there, frozen, useless. I hate remembering it, but I couldn't let it go sometimes. It was my worst nightmare. The one that played on repeat whenever I closed my eyes too long. I remembered one of those words he kept saying. Like he'd known his time was up. Like he'd known they'd come for him. "You don't have to be like them, Damon."

It's funny how it's after a long time and people still remember that it was my birthday. Even though I was too late, I still replied to every single message one by one. I raised my head from my phone for a while and my eyes widened when I saw what just flashed in front of me. Why does he look so familiar? He passed by me and I frowned as my gaze trailed after him. The way he walks looks too familiar to be discarded. But it can't be. It can't possibly be- HIM. * * *

He remembered my order. I buzzed him up.

He remembers me, and I don't think he will be calling me aside to talk. He should, but he doesn't look like he will! What should I do?

"Sorry, I came here for something. If I ever discussed anything with you, could you please remind me?" "Remind you of what?" "Of whatever we discussed. I am here to see George" "And who told you that George stays here?" "I saw it on the net. I went to his profile and I saw this address and I traveled all the way just to see him for an important discussion" "Oh! that's true, you mentioned something like that yesterday but I could remember I told you that nobody bears such a name here and I have been living here for the past fourteen years"