Novel & Cerita Rush Memories

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)

"Why is the case so close to you?" "The girls ..." he muttered, clenching his fists so that his nails dug into his flesh. "Do you still remember Maria?" His friend nodded wordlessly. Maria was a fluke and the beginning of Joshua's investigation. 10 months earlier Joshua was tired. Last night he worked the night shift and today, on Sunday, no, it was now Sunday, one of his buddies had celebrated his birthday. Actually Josh hadn't planned to stay there that long, but the time had somehow passed and now he was wandering around the edge of the harbor in the middle of the night looking for the stupid cat from his friend's neighbor. Apparently she ran away because of the loud music and the old lad

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.

“Be patient and understanding. Engage her in familiar activities and conversations, but don’t force her to recall anything. Sometimes, memories resurface naturally when she’s ready.” I turn to Josh, my heart aching at his visible sadness. “Josh... I wish I could remember. I want to, but it’s like there’s a wall.” Josh reaches for my hand. “It’s okay, Harper. We’ll get through this together. Just focus on getting better. We’ll be here for you, no matter what.” Dr. Williams gives us a reassuring nod before leaving. The room falls into a heavy silence, everyone lost in their thoughts. I look at Josh, struggling to hold back tears. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, guilt washing over me. “I don’t mean to

Triple J suddenly paused, he couldn’t remember the scene anymore. “Wait, I remembered!” he muttered. “I mean, it was there one minute and now it is gone, believe me sister, I really did remember something.” He said in panic. “It is alright, I am glad that your memory is slowly returning. Maybe coming out here really did help you, but now it is time to go home, and throw away that yogurt.” Rebecca uttered as she walked away to get changed out of the bikini. Triple J stood there trying to make the memory return, how did he remember and forget so soon? The scene was playing vividly in his head one minute and it was gone in the next.

I remember those interactions of us like old Indian television drama where both the protagonist hates each other at the beginning of the scene, but till the end of the drama, they gradually generate feeling for each other. Sometimes I feel or could conclude that the memories I lost are about my love for Mr. Hemsworth and our family and sometimes about some tragic event that happened to me in the past related to Mr. Hemsworth, but indeed it's not a TV drama, my life thou. To me, I'm lost, I want to meet Louis and want to know about my lost memories, but there is nothing I can do about it. when I was working under Mr. Hemsworth, he used to despise me for being clumsy and late for work, so how

"I need you to keep this between us. I know Levi knows something, but I don't want anyone else to know about this." Mina nodded. "I won't say anything, but you're going to have to be honest with me about something." "What's that?" Mina turned and went to sit on Carmen's bed. "Can you really not remember anything about your past?" Carmen figured that Mina would eventually ask her that and she didn't even have the answer to that question. "Until today I wasn't able to remember anything, but then I saw that newscast and a bunch of things returned to mind. I need your help Mina. I need you to find out everything we can cause my funeral is in two days and we're going."

I want to know how to make you smile more. “Don’t mind me. It’s just me and my silly thoughts…” He trailed off a bit before responding to my question. “My wife used to add the same amount of honey in her tea. Seeing you do the same made me feel happy for a moment.” I saw Lucas’ eyes tear up, but he quickly wiped the droplets away in the guise of running his hand through his hair. “Every time I see, hear, or smell things that remind me of her, the empty feelings in my heart fades for a while, but then I feel miserable afterwards when I realize she’s never coming back.”