Rush Memories Novels & Stories

He just watched me, waiting, some of the fight draining out of his posture as exhaustion took its place. "My memory returned three weeks ago," I said. "Almost exactly. Not fragments. Not pieces surfacing slowly the way I let you believe. All of it, arriving over the course of maybe two days, sharp and complete and utterly unwelcome." "Three weeks," Matteo repeated, quiet.

He couldn't. Hope surged through my veins as I hurriedly picked up the second bottle and turned it to read its label. Remembro. And, that's was when all that was glued back together with hope. Shattered all over again. Pieces of me laid there on the floor. Shattered. Tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, making them shine. Remembro is an illegal drug in Eleneas. It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things.

The Moon Festival sparkled in the evening light, but Jayden didn’t feel any happiness from it. The sound of music, the swish of silk, and the steady beat of drums all disappeared as he felt a strong tug in his chest. “That smell.” “It was so frustrating.” “Wild roses bloom after a summer rain.” “Known.” Captivating. “First forgotten, then brought back to mind.” He found it close to the bonfire—just a small hint. It hit him suddenly like a flash of lightning, awakening memories he believed were hidden under his responsibilities, fights, and the passage of time.

Because of that Debbie was still wrong about remembering their names. "You're..." Debbie tried to remember the face of her seatmate who was very familiar but forgot the name, even though it felt on the tip of her tongue. They were in the same group at the orientation periode. "Amy." she said. "Oh yes, Amy." Debbie smiled, the memory of the incident when school orientation replayed in her mind... No―no flashback needed. If possible, Debbie wants to erase the memory of the dark incident in the closed room. Until now she feels grateful and indebted to upperclassmen who managed to save them.

And not with that sharp, intimidating air he wore in business—he was more like a sad puppy, showing up outside my apartment all the time. "I'm starving," he'd complain. "Then go eat!" I'd shoot back. "I'm exhausted." "Then go to bed!" "I missed you…" And before I could come up with another retort, his kiss fell, sudden and overwhelming. "Aurora," he whispered against my lips, "I really, really missed you." My eyes burned, and before I knew it, I was holding him just as tightly as he held me. On my birthday, Michael took me to Sorrowin Lake. Snow covered the frozen ground, and the whole world was quiet and shining. Right there, he went down on one knee.

He argued with me. “Look, as soulmates, she’ll feel the pull, too. Once she learns what we are, she’ll understand. Nothing will go wrong, she just needs to spend time with us. With her losing her memories, we are now on even footing with Zach.” I told him. “Dude, that’s a fucked up way to think with her not being able to remember anything.” He said. “That may be true, but it’s the reality of the situation.” I explained.

"I don't even remember that cousin of yours. Why would I be unwilling to leave him? Was I madly in love with him or something?" Leena pulled out a thick magic journal from the drawer and shoved it into my hands. "You were absolutely crazy about him! This thing records the five years you spent chasing after him!" As I flipped through the pages, a dull ache spread across my chest. I felt as if a giant invisible boulder had settled over my heart. The entries were filled with the pain of 999 confessions and that many rejections. After each confession, there was always a third name—Shia Lynch.

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

He saw her in front of him, in this dim hallway, on the wall, her lips slightly red from the kiss and something was written in her eyes that he just couldn't identify. As they drove up the hill to the houses, the car jerked and Alissa's knee repeatedly bumped against his. He was happy when Liam parked and quickly opened the door. He absolutely needed a little distance from Alissa, he couldn't lose sight of his task, there was no time for a woman. "We have to get ready now, the Masons are coming in twenty minutes." Joshua noted with a look at the clock and they said goodbye.

Jasper had gone to buy some sugar roasted chestnuts and had yet to return home. Jasper hated social events and fake interactions the most. It was better for her to visit the Hamiltons’ house alone since it was a place filled with falsehoods. "If he can come, it will be more beneficial to us," Cosmo whispered and raised his hand to help Summer tidy up her clothes. "Have you recovered your memories?" "Yes, but my memories often get jumbled up.” Summer nodded. "I can tell. When you lost your memories, you really loved Jasper." Cosmo smiled and shook his head.