Romans & histoires Rush Memories

We did not just jump one another, as I hear so often happens when mates meet. I hope it was nothing I had done. Not remembering was frustrating but even after my recent conversation with Doctor Rivers, he encouraged me to let my memory come back naturally and to stop stressing over it. The more I stress, the less likely I am to remember. Every once in a while, I feel like something is on the tip of my tongue, and then it escapes me before I can put my finger on it.

He can forget the bitter things that happened in his life, but not forget us! After eating I approached Rex, who was sound asleep after the nurses injected his medicine. I sighed, staring at him. I don’t know if he is cursed at meeting women. He is always hurt and ruined when it comes to women, though he wasn't a player. Why is he going through them? His doctor said, his memory would return in about twenty - four hours, but depending on how much damage had been done to his brain. I hope when he wakes up, he will remember us. I'll help you remember everything Rex, just go back to where you used to be.

"I need to get Remy back in time for his shift." "Where are we going?" I asked. She looked confused. "It's the anniversary of the crash. I want to take you both to Lucas' grave." My heart dropped to my stomach and vomit climbed my throat. It seemed every time I got close to Remy this showed up like a kick to the face. It might have been the storm, it might have been Remy, or the combination of both that pushed the date completely out of my mind. Would it get easier to forget every year?

Rieka’s POV Memories of long ago slam into us quickly. The images of a time long forgotten flash through our minds like a movie playing on fastforward, the images moving through too fast for me to latch on to any of them. The blast of memories becomes too hard for Jamari to withstand and I can feel her slowly slipping away from consciousness.

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

“Can you recall any details about your work? Your company?” Jasper’s eyebrow furrowed. His fingers clenched around the hospital blanket. “I… I remember the company itself, the workers, my position, but…” He exhaled sharply. “I don’t remember anything that happened there in recent years. It’s like someone took an eraser and wiped it all out.” The doctor hummed in thought before asking, “What’s the last major memory you have?” Jasper’s face twisted in disgust. “A high school reunion.” Dr. Myers blinked. “You went to a reunion?”

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.

he began trying to calm their nerves. “Her brain was just trying to recall her memories, but her mind was rejecting” he explained but they both stared at him confused. “It's like a feedback mechanism, a negative response” explain further. “Why did it happen after so many years” Jacob asked still worried. “Something must have triggered it, she may have been seeing things that a similar to her memories” he replied. “Daria has no memory here” Jacob said, “we just moved to Romania last year, what could have triggered it” Adi inputted.

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.