Rush Memories Novels & Stories

“Besides, I got random calls that day. I didn’t know which one was yours.” “You still don’t remember me, do you?” Melissa asked, holding Eureka’s confused gaze. “We really need to have a private moment to talk. You can’t keep living like this, with no memories of your past. If not for your parents or husband, then at least for the time we shared together. We promised never to forget each other. I know it’s not your fault, which is why you need to reconnect with those you knew to help you remember. Are you interested or not?”

I stood up and pulled her in for a hug. "Everything’s been heavy. I’m trying, Vanessa. I’ll make it up to you. I promise." “You better get your shit together and love me, Rob,” she said looking up at me. I felt so guilty that I couldn’t give her what she wanted in the moment. Maybe forcing my memory back can bring my feelings back. The doctor said to avoid old places and old stuff so it doesn’t trigger my memory. It should come naturally. But I can’t wait anymore.

"But I’ve never dreamed about him since the memory loss. And this time… I saw the first time I met him." My hands trembled slightly. "I shouldn’t remember that. I shouldn’t be able to. I lost my memory, didn’t I?" Miles took my hand, his voice calm and steady. "Eve, don’t be scared. Memory flashbacks are completely normal." I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I threw my arms around him and sobbed. "I don’t want to remember any of it. Not a single moment. Let me stay like this forever—just let me forget everything."

Each memory tugs at his heart, reminding him of the love they shared. The silence of the house amplifies Richard's longing for Melissa. He misses her presence, her laughter, and the way she would brighten up a room with her smile. The emptiness is palpable, and Richard finds himself yearning for the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand, and the comfort of her embrace. Richard's grief is overwhelming, and he finds solace in the memories they created together. He flips through photo albums, reliving each moment captured in time. The smiles, the adventures, and the love they shared are etched in every photograph, reminding him of the beautiful life they had built.

Smooth and sharp, like a blade. She tried to force herself to remember. Ever since she'd stopped cutting, she had tried to push it out of her mind. She was so afraid to go back to her old coping mechanisms and habits, and she knew Victor was only asking her to relive them to help, but she couldn't. When she tried, it was like that time was nothing more than a blank space. "Remus. It's happening, you have to push through it. You have to remember." "I can't," she gasped, starting to feel like she was slipping back into her body even though she hadn't realized she'd left it. "There's nothing. I'm trying, but there's nothing there. I can't remember."

“Some of these people will have family or friends in their pack that they would want to bring along. They’d have to go home today to tell them and then make other plans to get them out. Maybe I talk to them tomorrow?” “That sounds reasonable,” Alaric said. Thea finished her lists then dug into her lunch. “I did some research on amnesia and memory retrieval,” Misty said. “There are a lot of options and things to try if you want to, but the most effective one seems to be doing things from childhood. The deeper or older the memory, the better. Smells, sights, sounds. Involve the senses—that type of thing. So if you went swimming a lot as a child, go swimming. If you baked cakes, do that.”

After this piece of news came to his ears, Julius began to hate his grandson. “ How are you doing, Mrs.Victoria?” The doctor asks. “ Good.” Risa knows this weekly treatment is not for recovering her memory but to totally forget about her memory. Even though she knows this fact she doesn’t reveal it. She has been tolerating everything Eric does. “ Then can we start our treatment?” She nods her head. Her so-called memory recovery treatment was once a month. But when Eric noticed that she began to recall some name in her dream from the past. The treatment became once a week.

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."

Richard would add, with eyes shining at exactly the right degree to impress journalists when necessary. I never found it strange that none of those memories came with scent, texture, or any physical sensation attached. They were films projected on a wall, not something lived in the body. When I questioned that lack of visceral connection, Harvey was always there with the perfect explanation: “Amnesia is like that, darling. Some things come back, others don’t. What matters is what we’re building now.” “Now” meant Boston. The penthouse. The honeysuckle scent. Chopin. Good girl.

We got close to the end of the room and I noticed an open door. I couldn’t make out what was on the door but my curiosity got the best of me… So, of course, I headed towards it. Titan noticed I let go of him and turned and followed me. “Oh, I bet Ramses is in there!” Titan said. “Unfortunately this door and another in here were open when I came in, and the memories were trashed too. It will take a lot longer to clean those back up, if we can.” Titan said. “What do you mean, if we can?” I asked him. “Well, memories are stored inside, and if the memory itself gets damaged, then I'm not sure we can fix it. I just don’t know.” He said.