Novel & Cerita Reminders Of Him

Whenever, I looked at or ran my fingertips on the scar, I would be reminded of him. It's ironic but this scar is the only thing that I had left to remind me of my previous life at the orphanage and the only thing that I had to remember my savior by. The truth was that I didn’t even remember his name or his face clearly anymore. As the years went by, I remembered less and less about him until I forgot about him almost completely. What did he look like? What did his voice sound like? How gentle was his touch when he held my hand? I couldn’t recall anything…

"I've seen it before." ​"When?" ​"Twenty-six years ago... the night my best friend died." ​A heavy silence settled over the room. The same caliber. The same organization. The past had truly returned. ​Meanwhile, miles away, Javier couldn't sleep. She sat quietly on the couch, gently rubbing her stomach. In the midst of all the chaos, the baby had become her only source of peace. ​Suddenly, her phone vibrated: Unknown Number. ​She hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. "Hello?"

His eyes never reached my face. There was no mistaking that look. I could see that without needing to interpret it. I refused to follow the memory any further. I'd seen in him once before, in a different context, this wasn't the moment to think about that night. Nothing obvious changed. If I hadn't known him, I might've missed it. But I knew it had simply even his breathing seemed to pause, that said *I see it* He'd remembered before I was ready for him to, without broadcasting anything further. I closed my fingers tighter around the cufflink. "It belongs to a night that should have stayed buried," I said.

“You don’t have to remember everything right now. I will remind you, of who you are. Of who we are.” I frowned slightly. “We?” He gave a faint, bittersweet smile. “Yeah. You and me.” He turned, heading toward the door. Before leaving, he stopped, glancing back at me one last time. “Try to rest, okay? I’ll be right outside.” When the door clicked shut, I lay there staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding. The name Jordan echoed in my head like an unanswered question. It felt important. Heavy. But when I tried to dig for memories, all I found was darkness.

Make Adrian look like the man who abandoned his amnesiac wife for his first love. If I played the “I don’t remember you” card perfectly, he would have to respond. He would have to come see me. He would have to explain. And maybe — just maybe — in trying to remind me, he would remember how much he once loved me. I got into the car and immediately started drafting the post in my notes app. Something soft. Vulnerable. “Some memories still feel like dreams… some faces still feel like strangers…” Yes. This could work. This could hurt him enough to make him come back.

"Elara! Don't scare me like that again; you know I'm not like you. I don't know what to do when left alone in situations like this one. He doesn't remember me yet; he keeps saying I feel familiar, but he can't just place my face. I wanted to tell him, but the doctor insisted that I shouldn't. When I tried to tell him that I knew that patients who had lost their memories need to be kept in touch with the life they once lived so that it doesn't become totally alien to them when they regain their senses. "I'm sorry. I was only worried about you. You worry too much, Maera. The young man has barely even had a whole day to see how well the antidote worked. Let's wait until he wakes up fully. The d

"If it was so good that it made you cry, why did you not invite me? I have been bored to death here, while you're all having a time of your life outside, watching tear jerking shows. That's not just fair. Next time, invite me over. I really would like to see how amazing this show is. " He seemed lost in thought for a second or two, before, almost like he had just woken up from a dream, looked down towards me. His blue eyes when seen from my angle, sometimes didn't look like the sea. But like heaven. Especially when I knew his mind was in some far off place. "Oh! Of course I would. Of course. I promise I will inform you next time on our yearly hero remembrance day. " "You seem lost in thought

(Trigger Warning: Abuse) I gasped as I woke up, I shot up from the bed in shock. I started coughing furiously before looking around the unfamiliar room until my eyes landed on a blurry figure in the room on a chair. I looked around me in search of my glasses, I picked them up from the nightstand beside me, put them on quickly and looked at the figure. It was a guy. He had tattoos and he just looked really serious and mean but he watched me with concern and calmness in his eyes.

“And your business? All the work you’ve been doing the last few weeks. What about that?” “I don’t know. I can work from anywhere.” I finally forced myself to look at her. The pain and disappointment I saw there hurt me. “Why?” she asked. “I can’t go back there. It’s tainted. Everywhere I look in my house, I see him. I remember the exact spot he stood on the patio. I remember him sitting in one of the chairs by the pool. I remember him sleeping in that bedroom.” “I understand that, but that is part of grief. Those reminders don’t have to be bad things.”

"Better now that you're here. A familiar face is always welcome." Better, but different from the words I was looking for. "I'm glad. How are your memories coming along? I heard you're having a hard time remembering things." "It's weird," he said, resting his head against the bars. "I felt like I had some when they first helped me, and then they all just vanished, and it's a blank slate again. And I'm just grasping at straws." "Do you remember...me?" He reached a hand out to me, like he wanted to touch me, but then thought better of it. "I remember that you're Vivid. And that you're important. But everything is fading."