Novel & Cerita Reminders Of Him

“But even if you don’t remember me, I remember you. And I won’t let you go.” I swallow, fighting another wave of helplessness. “I feel… empty,” I admit. “Like I’m not real.” He leans forward again, pressing his forehead to mine, his breath warm against my cheek. “You’re real,” he whispers. “You’re here and I will remind you of who you were. I will remind you everything, I promise. "

She beamed at him and Xavier smiled back eagerly at her while receiving his notebook. ..... ~Presently~ "Charming, where exactly are you now? How can I find you again? I have a feeling you're alive and doing well -- I hope, somewhere. But where?" I purse my lips as I stare into space. Even if I meet her again? Would I recognize her? Would she recognize me? That's another thing to be bothered by. I sigh just as my phone buzz in my shorts pocket. I retrieve it and found a text from a friend.

He didn’t remember that I gave myself to him that night when I had no idea who he was, and afterward, he left like none of it mattered. He didn’t remember any of it. Not yet. But I could see something shifting behind his eyes. Something turning. Some memory trying to claw its way back to the surface. He was getting closer. And if he ever did remember, if he ever connected the dots… Everything would fall apart. I closed the folder with a slow exhale. At that exact moment, my phone buzzed on the desk. I picked it up and read the message from Mila, my personal assistant in the building.

I was someone. No longer just a number.Not just a subject. Now — I am a reminder. That I exist. That I remember. And that one day soon…They will remember us, too.

tanong bigla ng isang malalim na boses sa tabi niya. “I'm thinking about the rain..” wala sa wisyo niyang sagot habang nakatulala pa rin sa ulan. “Why?” tanong pa nito sakaniya. “Because.. somehow the rain reminds me of him.” “Him? Who's him?” “The guy I lost..” sambit niya habang dahan dahang lumilingon sa tabi niya.

As I packed up my sketches that I planned to work on over the weekend, my phone buzzed on the table, but I didn’t pick it up immediately because if it was something important, I’d have assumed the person would call me. After about ten minutes of putting my stuff together, I was done packing up for the day and finally picked up my phone to check the time. The time wasn’t what caught my eye though. It was my notification; specifically, the one that came ten minutes ago which I ignored. It was a notification from my Reminders app, reminding me of what tomorrow is – Liam and I’s first anniversary. Shit. How the hell could I have forgotten? And especially now that Liam and I are actually in true

I shake my head, having no words to speak. " Hazel. No memory is lost from my mind and my heart. Dont ever think for one moment that I forgot. Those memories, they were the only thing I held onto all those years, they were the only thing that - ," he pauses, shaking his head. " You have no idea." He trails off, staring ahead and getting lost in thought. The faraway look makes me worry abit. I dont want him to get lost in regrets and condemn himself, he needs to see the now, we have reunited now.

My breath stills. No. That’s not possible. I erased him. I felt the memory shift. I watched it blur. I removed myself from his mind the way I’ve done countless times before. Clean. Precise. Final. So why— Why is it still there? Why can I still feel him? Stronger now. Not weaker. Stronger. My eyes snap open. “He remembers.” The realization hits like a blade. Sharp. Cold. Dangerous. That shouldn’t happen. It doesn’t happen.

My few clothes didn't even fill half the racks, leaving wide, empty gaps. I reached for the hidden pocket at the bottom of my bag. My fingers brushed against the familiar texture, and I pulled it out. It was my sliver of wood. It was a simple, thin wooden rod. It wasn't decorated or special to look at. But as I held it, I felt my heart rate finally start to slow down. I called it my Reminder. I tucked it away on the top shelf, hidden behind a pile of sweaters. I needed it close. Because the Reminder was the only thing that kept my head clear. It was the only thing that kept me from forgetting who I really was and what men were capable of.

"Glad you've come to your senses. Bring my daughter back safely. If anything happens to her, my wife and I won't survive it." I burst out laughing. "Really? Losing a child hurts that much?" His expression tightened. "I heard the daughter you had with your ex-wife died too. You didn't seem heartbroken. You remarried right after the divorce. You never even visited your dead daughter. Do you ever think about her? Do you miss her? Have you ever cried for her in the middle of the night?" His lips trembled. For a split second, pain flashed across his face. "You..." His voice faltered. "Who are you? How do you know that? Did we know each other?"