Romans & histoires Rezero Memory Snow

A slight smile creeped on my face. Flash back “ Commander Robins, I secured the target, obtained the answers we were looking for. I don’t think the target is of much use to us anymore. It looks as though he is touch and go. I had to use extreme measures to get the answers we sought. He was tight lipped for a while. The primary target is located in the middle of the Arctic, held up on one of the water rigs used for aquamarine sciences. He stated that the target has about 20 armed guards. 3 that follows him wherever he goes. We had schematics of the rig right here, sir.”

Ava asked and Snow furrowed her brow, trying to think, her head was foggy, she seemed to have forgotten a lot of things including seeing them in her zone. "I can't remember a thing" Snow muttered, her eyes sincerely gazed at them and Ava chuckled nervously. "It..it's okay? Um let me cook something for you, you seem tired" Ava said with a smile and walked to the kitchen, Flinch gazed at Snow and averted his gaze to Ava following her into the kitchen. Snow heaved a sigh, for some reason she couldn't remember anything, it felt like this scene had happened before. It felt like someone logged out her memory, or was keeping her from remembering a thing.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

One hand went to her face as the other flung her last snowball at Memory. The shot was nowhere close. Memory stepped into her next throw, aiming for her sister’s nose. She missed low, but it still hit her in the chest, throwing snow particles as it was obliterated upon impact. Memory fired again and again, watching out of the corner of her eye as Lorelei re-entered the game, running as fast as she could toward her mom, toward her aunt, toward the flag.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

I had tried to reach out to her through our bond so many times I thought I would shatter. Then it hit me, the memories. Snow was talking to Max in texts. I might be able to zoom in on her phone and get his number if I can recall the memories. I closed my eyes and sifted back through my mind at every memory I had of Snow when she was on her phone. Most of them were pointless and I couldn’t see her phone anyway, but one stood out.

The sound of rustling pages faded, replaced by a sudden, violent rushing sound in my ears. White. Everywhere was blinding, freezing white. I wasn't sitting in a warm classroom. I was breathing in air so cold it burned my lungs . The smell of pine and wet earth overwhelmed my nostrils. I was moving, heavy and exhausted, my boots sinking deep into packed snow. There was a weight on my back. A heavy, solid weight. “Put me down, Foster,” a voice hissed in my ear. It was Ward’s voice, but it wasn't the calm, detached tone he used during lectures. It was raw. “I can walk. Put me the hell down.”

They were still too young to understand what hell looked like when it was constructed by adults—in that moment, they were only a group of children sitting cross-legged on cold grass, finishing cheap snacks, letting the first snow dirty their hair, assuming that afternoon was nothing more than an ordinary routine that would be forgotten within a week. Not one of them suspected that it was precisely this fragment of an afternoon that would take root the deepest in all of their minds. ✘ ✘ ✘ Fifteen years later, a flake of snow fell into Elena’s open palm and melted in exactly the same amount of time it took her memories to surface. She stood on the second-floor balcony of the Salvatore mans

"Elara, if they activate the third rod, the resonance in this room will flatline. The 'Graft' will kill you if it’s cut off mid-upload!" I couldn't move. My hands were fused to the obsidian interface, the black frequency now a roaring river of data flowing through my nervous system. "I'm seeing it, Julian," I whispered, my voice sounding metallic, multi-tonal. "The final memory... it’s not a record. It’s a keyframe."

" With that, I turned and grabbed Amelia's hand before walking away. "Charlie Holland! Charlie, stop!" Mom screamed from behind. Melanie tried to catch up, but in the end, she stopped in her tracks. As she watched my determined silhouette, she finally understood that some people, once lost, could never be found again. … It had been two years since I'd come to Valdora. This winter, it finally started to snow. On New Year's Eve, Amelia came knocking on my grandparents' door in the middle of the night. "Charlie, come out! It's snowing!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.