Romans & histoires Reminiscence Roses

"Sylvia tricked me! She did it on purpose, to drive us apart!" He pulled a grimoire from his coat, magically preserved. "Look! These are the images of the 998 roses! I saved them all! Every one holds a memory of us!" The book opened on its own, and images of Stygian Roses floated in the air. Each flower marked a moment from our past. Our first meeting. Our first embrace. Our first kiss. A century of memories flashed before my eyes like a dying dream. I watched the images, and my heart was still.

Suddenly, I was surrounded by beautiful blooms. There are many varieties of roses, each with its own unique hue. As more and more sprouted simultaneously, it resembled a distant sea. The fragrance was intoxicating, filling the air with a sweet and floral scent. The petals were soft, and I couldn't resist running my fingers across them. It was a breathtaking sight, a moment of pure beauty and tranquility amid nature's abundant wonders. "I haven't been to this place in quite some time." A sigh escaped my lips. Memories flooded back as I took in the familiar sight of the rose garden. The nostalgia was overwhelming but also comforting in its familiarity.

As everyone was moving out, Rose ran towards Mr. Evidence as she spoke in tears. "It's me, Rose. Do you remember?" I know the doctor said we shouldn't force you to regain your lost memories but at least please try to remember me. You promised to love me forever… please… you promised." She cried bitterly and because of how loud she had spoken and cried, the sound of her cry and voice attracted others attention. They all turned backwards, only to see Rose kneeling in front of Mr. Evidence who was now confused as his brain tried to process all he had heard her say.

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I looked at the bead of blood on my finger. I couldn't help but flash back at Ryder's thumb brushing my lower lip that night, like he was memorizing me. His lips grazed over my curves and body like he was trying to remember every part of me. His voice saying my name slow and calm whenever he cums... that wasn't lust...he said it like it was a prayer. The rose.... I could remember vividly how I talked about liking roses while at an event with Jaden. He ... He remembers everything..

she says with a sweet, sleepy smile. As she drifts off to sleep, the rose becomes a beacon of solace, its beauty and fragility a reminder of the precious memories she shared with her mother. The polyurethane block protects and preserves the rose, much like Lyra's heart holds onto the love and memories of her mother, forever safe and cherished.

What I can remember are the small fragments of the main picture," I spoke the truth, my hands never stopping from continuing their motions. "Like what?" He sounded genuinely interested. "A garden with roses, peony, lavender, Aster," I began, "A little girl giggling and running down the stairs, the soothing voice of a woman calling my name whom I can't see and the chuckle of a man whose face I can't remember," My movements slowed down as I talked.

It can be words, or a series of sounds, images, numbers. "Yellow roses on wet pavement," I begin. "The sky is chartreuse." "No. it is lavender," she responds softly in her hypnosis induced sleep. "Lavender and sage." I've used this phrase before. It was the one I used when trying to help her forget the day her family died. It seems her mind remembers. "Yellow roses in the rain. No mama..." she begins to cry, her old memories trying to resurface as they are buried even deeper with those of her last life, the one she shared with Hunter. "No...don't leave me..."

"Thank you." Josiah opened the box, took out a small delicate glass bottle, put it in the palm of his hand while admiring it, and said, "The bottle is really intricate and beautiful." "Smell it again." Meredith said. Josiah tried IT again and nodded, "It smells good, it's the type I like." "What about Sweet Reminiscence?" "Each has its upsides." Josiah said, "Well of course I prefer Sweet Reminiscence, because in my memory, it reminds me of you. Every time I think of you, I also can’t help but to spray a little in the air."

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.