Reminders Of Him Novels & Stories

He just stood there—barely breathing, barely holding it together. “I never stopped thinking about you,” I said again, softer this time. “Not once. Not when I left. Not when the house was empty. And not even when we met again at the club, all those years later.” His eyes widened—barely, but enough for me to catch it. A flicker. A stutter in his breath. And there it was… Recognition. It was faint, like a ghost brushing past in a crowded room. But it was there. The kind of familiarity that only comes from pain buried too deep, from memories fought too hard to forget.

I called after him, but he never turned around. I knew that I probably won’t ever see him again, but I would never forget him or the memories that we shared and that was more than enough for me. If I ever needed a reminder of him, all I had to do was look at our son’s cheerful face. Afterall, that was the only piece of Reiner that I could keep to myself… --To be continued…

Tears are streaming down my face. “What is going on?” I ask. “This is your memory. When you wake up later, you’ll know.” He says. I keep staring at him as I still don’t understand what happens. “Even though we’re repeating it, you’ll still help her.” “Yeah.” I admit. “Time’s up. It’s time for you to go. Don’t worry it’ll come back for you as I have triggered a memory.” He says. He clicks his fingers again. Suddenly, everything turns dark.

"You’re not seriously mad that I saved you." "I’m not mad you saved me," he muttered. "Then what?" He turned around then, eyes burning. "I’m mad you’re still here!" That knocked the breath out of me. "Excuse me?" "I’m mad that every time I try to forget, you're there! You remind me of him too much and I can't help it or tell why. I just want you gone so that the constant reminder that he's not mine to hold anymore would leave me alone!”

I reminded Logan, watching him as he surveyed the familiar surroundings. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice steady yet distant as he glanced around. “Most of this... I don’t care what happens to it, honestly. Marina and Harry may have taken the money, but these things, they’re just... reminders.” Reminders. He had been using that word a lot lately. It was clear that he just wanted to forget, and I didn’t blame him.

"You're a jerk. Are you really not planning to take responsibility?" Before I could react, he was already out of the car. He draped his coat over my shoulders and pulled me into his arms, as if he never wanted to let go. "You remember what you promised me when I was blind?" His voice dropped lower, close to my ear. "You told me you'd always stay by my side. But once I could see again, you disappeared. You're a liar." I blinked, caught off guard. "But how did you know Audrey wasn't me? I mean, we look the same, sound the same…"

“Hello mami Can I speak to Bobby Cross the ocean I’m feelin very lonely Him ah sleep Mami wake him for me I’m on the phone I wanna talk to my baby Phone call doesn’t help when your feelin lonely Him cah tell you things make you feel sexy I’m on romantic call I’m talkin to my baby down in ah mi yard I’m on a romantic call My man patra nah go take the prowl Watch this” “I remember this song, but I don’t know from where.” “That’s normal. Sometimes small things come back out of nowhere. That’s a good sign. It means that your memory is coming back.”

He groaned. "Hello... Hello? Zane!" He came out of the thoughts and cleared his throat. "Yeah, yeah. I am here." He said and he can feel the heat in his pants. "Haha, I can not wait for it." She laughed. "Hey, Okay. Boss is calling me, See you soon..." She said then ended the call. "Okay, bye, have a good day," Zane said, hearing the other side's beeping sound. After that, he started doing his work. But there is something different today, something very strange. Why does he keep remembering her? What is going on with him? He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He saw the most charismatic pairs of eyes and he opened his eyes.

His gaze found me immediately. It always did. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice calm, steady, but not distant. I nodded once, even though something in me had already tightened. He didn’t sit right away. He stood there for a moment, watching me like he was measuring how to say what he needed to say, and that alone made my chest feel heavier. “There’s a remembrance,” he said finally. “For Christopher’s father. It’s been three years.” I didn’t respond immediately, but I felt it.

And he remembered her. —