Rush Memories Novels & Stories

Perhaps, it’s impossible for her to forget about it in this lifetime even if she tried to because his leaving back despite her begging is still flashing in front of her eyes. “Did you remember the date?” Ralph asked in astonishment as he didn’t expect her to remember the exact time. How foolish of him to feel surprised about it? Of course she remembers it because only bad memories haunts us forever just like he was haunted by his mother’s death. “Never forgot.”

"No can do, Your Majesty. You need to give us a direction first. Everyone would only become hungrier if we run around like headless chickens and come back with nothing." No one wanted to die of hunger, and they thought I had a point. So, they turned to Queenie and made the same request. Queenie was panicking, her back drenched in sweat. Then, her eyes lit up. "There's a hill straight east, and the base is covered in mushrooms! We can forage for those! And there's a field further east. It's something the previous survivors left." She smiled smugly. "See? Told you they'd forgive us if you'd just apologize."

I ate, slept, and lived alone, not thinking of her once. That convinced me that I was over it until insomnia hit me, relentless and unforgiving. Sleep evaded me night after night. I turned to pills, hoarding them until one desperate evening, I downed the entire bottle with a chaser of whiskey. There was no sharp pain, just a numb emptiness, like life had lost all meaning. As my consciousness faded, I dreamed of her for the first time since she'd left. It was snowing, the cold biting deep. Nora appeared as her 17-year-old self, draping a red jacket over my shoulders. "How are you still such a mess at your age? Take care of yourself."

FLASHBACK Brett struggled with a recurring memory which he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. He saw a negative vision of that night at the club. There was the silhouette of a slender person who approached him, and they had a short laugh. He could hear her voice echoing in the abyss and her enthusiastic tone, but he couldn't remember who she was. He remembered the sound of her moans, her sudden fright and his soft hands sliding down her bare skin. He remembered the coolness of the air conditioner and the intensity of their sex, but that was it! He couldn't remember any other thing; not her name or her face.

fun memories with him. Have you forgotten that I was once a maid in this pack? He rarely noticed my presence except those times that he punished me or yelled in my face.' I said to the physician and he looked defeated. It was the truth though. I couldn't think of any fun memories that were worth remembering. Zachary and I had been through several huddles ever since the first day I sensed him to be my mate. I couldn't tell if I was the one that brought chaos to my mate's life or if he was also as unlucky as I was fated to be. 'That's all I could think of, Luna. I'm sorry." The old physician said before leaving me to be swallowed up by my thoughts. What am I meant to do now? "You can try to r

Otherwise, someone as resilient as Hesper wouldn't have lost control of her tears in front of others. Hesper took a deep breath, acknowledging her loss of composure earlier. The medication Charles had given her had been remarkably effective, swiftly bringing her memories flooding back. These included dark and haunting memories that replayed in her mind. Simultaneously, Professor Miles's theory had been confirmed—Hesper indeed had hyperthymesia, and all those memories remained vividly in her mind. Hesper managed to regain her composure, choosing the most logical response.

Countless moments, countless memories of Haven and me, of a life I thought I'd long forgotten. Ramses appeared at my side, his usual wisecracking demeanor subdued as he took in my evident distress. He didn't offer any words of comfort, seemingly understanding that I needed silence to process the maelstrom of memories besieging my mind. The sheer volume of recollections was staggering – thousands, tens of thousands, each one a distinct moment in time, a snapshot of a life I thought I'd left behind. Years, decades, centuries – the timeline blurred as memories of Haven and me together flooded my consciousness.

In that moment, a flood of memories from four years ago washed over me, each one resurfacing with vivid clarity. The room became a canvas upon which the past unfolded, revealing a tapestry of emotions and events that had shaped my life. In the enchanting realm of memories, four years ago, I held the illustrious title of Missus Summer Ramey Carter, a bewitching embodiment of grace and elegance. Amidst of my existence, I was entangled in a profound love, a love that tragically eluded the discerning eyes of a man unable to fathom the depths of my intrinsic value. As memories kept flashing back, a sudden noise and the sound of a slamming door jerked me out of my painful daydream.

“I’m not sure. I wish I could remember my real name.” “Give it time.” “You seem so sure of that.” “I am, but until then, we need to discuss what you should do until your memory returns.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we have cleared you for the most part. We can’t find anything wrong with you.” “But I can’t remember anything about myself.” “As we told you before, that’s because you have Retrograde Amnesia. With this condition, your memories can resurface at any time.” “Or never.” “It does you no good to think that way.”

She picked up the cooler to pack to the kitchen, and she saw a note under it. “I am sorry I have to do this, Tasha. I enjoy every moment with you, and I wished I can stay with you forever. Thank you for your kindness and the smile you always offer. I want to follow your advice, so I will find peace and I can claim what is mine. I love everything about you, and I wish you will continue to smile till we meet again. But please don’t force yourself to cry if you don’t feel like…” “Cry when necessary. Eat, sleep, and enjoy your life in any way you can. If you hear my whisper at the Karaoke, what I said is true…”