Rush Memories Novels & Stories

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through His hands moved to the aux cord connecting his phone to his car to unplug but hesitated to discern the lyrics. Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you "Vroom...." Turning to park at his very own reserved spot, the engine gave a dying sound.

"Elara! Don't scare me like that again; you know I'm not like you. I don't know what to do when left alone in situations like this one. He doesn't remember me yet; he keeps saying I feel familiar, but he can't just place my face. I wanted to tell him, but the doctor insisted that I shouldn't. When I tried to tell him that I knew that patients who had lost their memories need to be kept in touch with the life they once lived so that it doesn't become totally alien to them when they regain their senses. "I'm sorry. I was only worried about you. You worry too much, Maera. The young man has barely even had a whole day to see how well the antidote worked. Let's wait until he wakes up fully. The d

“You’re shaking.” Iris didn’t pull away. “It’s been a long day.” “It’s been a long five years.” A beat of silence. Then, a huffed laugh, bitter and tired. “Yeah.” Callum’s thumb brushed over her knuckles, slow, deliberate. “You should’ve told me.” “I *tried*.” Her voice cracked. “You didn’t remember me.” His grip tightened. “I remember now.” Her breath hitched. For a moment, neither moved. The only sound was the rain and the quiet creak of the house settling around them. Callum’s gaze dropped to her mouth, then back up.

I wondered if they would feel sorry or guilty for killing me. The extraction of my memories began during my childhood. For some reason, I couldn’t remember much. I watched in delight, but Roger’s patience ran thin. “What the hell is this? I’m not interested in her childhood memories. Just skip to the part with Casey in it.” The scientist was caught in a dilemma. “Memories are extracted in chronological order, so we can’t search for specific memories. However, I can prioritize her most memorable experiences.” Caleb slammed the table. “Well? Just do it. Casey hasn’t been gone for long, so the memory must still be fresh for Willow.”

I whispered as I slowly looked back up at him. A small smirk formed as he took a step forward. “Do you not remember?” He asked lowly. I opened my mouth to answer but came short as I realized I didn’t remember. “I don’t remember.” I whispered as I tried to figure out why I was madly in love with Lucas when I never wanted to marry him. “What do you remember?” He asked with a small smirk that had me looking down meekly. I tried to remember any little detail but all I could remember was reaching for my face:

That, and the thick jacket on my back. “Okay, Mel,” I murmured to myself, “backtrack.” It was a trick Ramona taught me whenever I was stuck or confused. She would tell me to think back to the beginning, and retrace my step. Retracing my every move from the beginning would help me look back into my memory to see what I missed. Witches memory are clearer and sharper than the average human thanks to some potions witches and wizards give their children at birth. I could still very well remember my last moment with Ramona as though it happened five minutes ago.

I let her taunt slide and turned to Kane on the bed, pain and disbelief burning in my eyes. "Get his memory back?" I gave a brittle smile. My voice hitched, like I was already about to cry, like her thoughtless cruelty had just broken something in me. "Don't you know, Selena?" I faced her, my voice raw with betrayal. "Mnemowort is a cure for ordinary wolves. But for Kane, whose wolf is grievously wounded, any herb that forces his memories back is deadly poison!" My voice spiked, hoarse with fear. "That'll cage his broken wolf in those splintered memories, ripping at him over and over! Whenever he thinks back, it'll feel like his wolf is being torn open all over again!

But Dad's doting gaze passed right through me and landed on Phoebe. I paced around anxiously. My nose stung, and I pouted, feeling the urge to cry again. The school principal hurried over to Dad's side. "I'm sorry, Mr. Chapman! The school's display screen has been hacked. Our technical staff said it might be someone using the latest technology. "They've extracted… memories from your son's brain. We can't restore it for a while." I saw Dad's expression shift through different emotions, but he finally said with a frown, "Then why are you still standing here? Go and find out who did it!"

“First of all, why can’t I remember anything from the past year? Nothing. It’s like it’s been wiped clean.” Doctor Jared sighed. “You have developed what we call retrograde amnesia,” he explained gently. “Your memories from before the accident haven’t fully settled into long-term storage yet, especially the recent ones. Older memories, things from years ago, are stored deeper in the brain, so they remain intact. But the events from last year are temporarily blocked.” “Will they come back?” I asked. That was the only thing that mattered. How was I supposed to live day to day knowing parts of my own life were missing? The people I met, the decisions I made, the investments, relationships, ever