Reminders Of Him Novels & Stories

This is the one night which has broken him beyond repair. The memories resurface in his mind. These memories are one of the few which he wants to get rid of so desperately, but it’s like some sticky gum which he cannot get rid of no matter what. These would always find some way to haunt him and come to him to remind him of his past, his identity, his everything which he so desperately wants to erase.

Creasing my brows, I check the calendar on my phone and my heart miss a beat. No wonder I went crazy last night! Today is dad's remembrance; It explains why I was getting crotchety and a bit unusual! "How..how did you know?" My eyes fell, the words sticking to my lungs. "Don't feel sad for not remembering it on time. 'On time' cause I'm sure you would have remembered nevertheless even if it's just a minute left away before the day ends. You're not alone again, so I am here to help.. help you remember things, fix things, anything."

I can’t help bеіng reminded оf Blаkе’ѕ hаndѕ as thеу knеаdеd mу ѕоrе muѕсlеѕ last nіght оr as thеу hеld mе оn his сосk lеѕѕ thаn twо hоurѕ аgо. Evеrу раrt of mу bоdу responds to the cellular mеmоrу he’s lеft behind. I don’t thіnk I’ll еvеr get thе ѕеnѕе оf hіm оff mе. I dоn’t wаnt it off еіthеr.

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."

I can’t help bеіng reminded оf Blаkе’ѕ hаndѕ as thеу knеаdеd mу ѕоrе muѕсlеѕ last nіght оr as thеу hеld mе оn his сосk lеѕѕ thаn twо hоurѕ аgо. Evеrу раrt of mу bоdу responds to the cellular mеmоrу he’s lеft behind. I don’t thіnk I’ll еvеr get thе ѕеnѕе оf hіm оff mе. I dоn’t wаnt it off еіthеr.

Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through His hands moved to the aux cord connecting his phone to his car to unplug but hesitated to discern the lyrics. Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you "Vroom...." Turning to park at his very own reserved spot, the engine gave a dying sound.

"Why is your phone not connecting?" Before I could answer, he continued, "Anyway, I've got the holiday prep all sorted. Anything else you want? I'll have my assistant grab it." His words triggered a memory: the year Mamie died. I'd gone home, but on Christmas Eve, I video-called him to wish him happy holidays. It took ages for him to answer; the screen was dark at first, showing only a fading ember from his cigarette. "Yeah?" he rasped. As the screen adjusted to the light, I saw he was alone on the balcony, surrounded by scattered bottles and cigarette butts. Outside, the world was alive with lights and fireworks, but that joy seemed worlds away from him.

"June… listen. We don’t know that yet. The thing is called selective memory loss. I didn’t—" I let out a harsh, deranged laugh, pressing a hand to my hip. "So you’re telling me… he chose to forget me?" Ted shakes his head quickly. "No. No, not at all. He’ll come around. With time." I scoff, a bitter little sound. Of course. Of course he’ll remember everyone else but me. Just then, I see Hermes’s father barreling down the hallway, his face a mix of relief and joy. "Is he awake, Ted?" he asks, breathless.

my heart hurt while I was shouting those lines. I felt him beside me. I looked at him and smiled, his expression was plain and serious. I avoid his stare to hide my tears. I even laugh a bit and then silence myself to calm. I again tried to look at him after calming myself and held his hand. “If ever that you don’t have anyone or anywhere to go to, if the day comes that you were recognized by the industry, always remember that I am here okay? If all the people that came into your life seem like leaving, I am here okay? Even if you don’t need me. Even if you don’t want me here I will still be here,” I said as I caressed his face.

All too soon the moment is over and I'm being lowered back on the bed "You're better off not remembering anything. You have a second chance. Live your life like every day is the last and forget about the past. For your own good, I hope you never remember" "Wait, what do you..." I go to ask but he's already at the door, letting himself out. What the fuck did he mean by that? I'm better off not remembering anything? Why? What the hell happened? And why the fuck does the name Carla keep bouncing around in my head? ***************************************************