Novel & Cerita Reminders Of Him

I chuckled lightly and humorlessly, "Because you did not want me to know you were only using me?" "Stop saying that," he said with deadly calmness. "Or that you were thinking of her every damn day, while you led the world on to believe she was long gone in your heart?" "Stop!" "Or no wait, were you trying to hide the fact that she is your very life?" "I said fucking stop it!" he roared, making me jerk up in fear, "stop reminding me of her." "Well, I don't think my reminder is needed, seeing you have a whole museum of memories to help you out," I laughed, and that only triggered more tears to flow endlessly.

He only shook his head adamantly. “I know a world-renowned therapist, Maya. I can call him and he will be here before work hours end,” he said firmly. He placed both of his hands on her shoulders gently and turned her towards him. “He can help you get your memories back. He has helped a lot of patients who had gone through the same thing as you.”

I don’t know if he noticed. “But at least you could still see the things you have left,” he argued back. I took a deep breath. “Seeing them is not always a gift,” I murmured. “Because it also reminds you of the things that you can never see anymore. It will always remind you of the things that you used to have… the people who used to be with you and were… not there anymore.” For a long while he fell silent, absorbing the words I just said. Then he asked, “What’s your name?”

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I probe recalling that I never called for him " Oh I almost forgot" " I came to remind you of that tomorrow marks the start of your husband's court case against Doctor Eric" He reminds consequently stunning me. ##################

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

“You’ve lived a long time. Is that what it does? Makes you forget how to be known, how to be gentle?” He exhaled slowly, jaw tight. “It makes you irrelevant. Time swallows everything, names, bonds, faces. Even memories lose shape eventually.” Evelyn took a step toward him. Her fingers itched to touch him, but she didn’t. “But you remember me, you remember all of the things I've told you.” He turned his head, and his eyes met hers, steady, piercing, gold catching the light like trapped fire. “I remember everything about you, and I hope I always will.”

I continued. “Bullshit, Yzabelle!” he yelled, pushed me hard before pulling himself away from me. “I called Thunder a while ago and he told me that he doesn’t promise anything! Fuck it!” He made a facepalm and gritted his teeth. He sat back next to me then held me in the shoulder. “Tell me the truth, Yzabelle!” I swallowed an air hardly though there was a lump building in my throat. “He might have forgotten his promise. Ethan will remind him later,” I excused, slightly shaking.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

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.