Reminders Of Him Novels & Stories

Remember this day? Oliver swallowed. His mind searched the memory. Hallway. Lockers. That day. Then he remembered. The whispering. The laughter behind him. The notes taped to his locker. His jaw tightened. Another message appeared immediately. I do. Oliver’s chest felt colder now. The final message followed seconds later. And if you don’t behave… Three dots appeared. The typing bubble lingered. Then the sentence finished. Everyone else will remember too.

Mine. I hand him the coffee. Our fingers touch. Electricity shoots through me. Heat. Recognition. Need. He feels it too. I see it in his eyes. The shock. The connection. The impossible pull. "Do I know you?" I ask. "I think you do." He looks at me intensely. "Or you did. In another life. Another reality. Another version of us." "That doesn't make sense." "I know." He takes his coffee. "But I'll be back. Tomorrow. And the day after. Until you remember. Until we both remember."

No, not just familiar—this was a place he had seen before. As he stood there, the pristine space around him triggered something deep within his mind. Voices, fragments of conversations, and fleeting images began replaying in his head, like a broken record that refused to stop. Klein stumbled slightly, clutching the doorframe for support as the onslaught of memories assaulted him.

If I remembered my past, maybe then I would know. “Come on,” I told him. “We have to go. I’ll talk to you when I can, alright?” He nodded and we started to part ways. Then, his voice stopped me. “Hey, Anna.” I turned. He smiled and said, “I don’t know if I told you this before but you remind me of her. A lot.” “Who?”

I felt my eyes begin to water slightly as I thought about losing one of the only people I had left in this world. “No, it’s not that at all, Dylan…” he cut himself off as if trying to think about his next sentence. It didn’t matter what he said though, I knew the truth and so I began to walk off again, only to be stopped by him for the second time this evening. “I promise you, it really isn’t like that, honestly, I… I sometimes have to remind myself of what he did.” What did he mean he had to remind himself? Did He actually want to remember? My eyes widened drastically and they slowly met his again this time anger clouded me.

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. * * *

The sight of the familiar street used to lighten my spirits but it's only a constant reminder of what I couldn't get. The all too familiar house with one storey and the sight of the Gulmohar trees in the sidewalk brings back too many memories. The trees shed most of their leaves and stood in the cold October morning. I've never realized it's already been eleven months the last time I stood here.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

“Yes.” “You’re human.” “I am.” She couldn’t deny that. “They are my enemy.” “I’m not.” The concentrated way he studied her made her optimistic that he’d at least reflect on her words. “466, what is the last thing you remember? Focusing on a fixed point in time seems to help you remember more. Will you please close your eyes and try to tell me anything that comes to mind?” He continued to watch her. “I want you again.” He slowly withdrew his semi-stiff cock from her body though. “Don’t distract me anymore with sex. I demand answers.”

Goddess. Helios. He should be dead. He is dead. My heart beats faster than never before and as the man I lost walks towards me, patches of memory come rushing back to me with vivid clarity. I remember weeping by his grave. I remember fighting Nox in the arena. I remember Caleb saying goodbye. I remember Marty locking me up. But that is all I can remember. The rest are a brown blur that resemble murky water after a storm. Surely this is all a dream?