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I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

Just a slow shake, like someone trying to recall something distant—and failing. "I don't remember."

A very memorable night. ***

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I

I exclaimed And then it all came back to me I came out of the washroom drunk and I saw her Oh God, why couldn't I control myself, why did I have to kiss her "You remember?" She asked "No I don't" I quickly said Who knows what she'll ask me to do if she knows I remember "What! You still don't remember?" She asked "Yes and until I remember, don't tell anyone, no one at all" I said "But I have proof here, you might remember when you see this picture" she said as she showed me a picture of us on her phone

He is the only person I don’t want to remember! I have to wake up… I have to wake up… I have to wake up… I… HAVE… TO… WAKE… UP! Before I remember him… I can’t remember him! I don’t want to remember him! STO𑁋! “STOP!” I woke up quickly and I was covered in sweat. I was shaking and I couldn’t understand where I was. I don’t know where I am… Where Mae? I need Mae! Please get me, Mae!

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."

I know I'm in deep shit "Okay but why don't I remember anything" I frown rubbing the side of my head "Well what do you remember " Bella asked "Okay I remember us hiding vodka-" "Shit my vodka ..oh shit sorry continue " she chuckles "Uhm we went in the house we got drinks and then Jonathan pulled me into the dance floor.....uhm .... oh yes my song came on and I started grinding on him. After that I .....huh...uhm oh yes the DJ played 'Oh Mami' and I was dancing. Then next minute Jonathan ushers me upstairs" I start rubbing my temple and I freeze

"You'll remember, I know you will. You can scream and shout at me all you want, but I'm not giving up on us. I can't, not after everything we went through to be together. We fought too hard to be together just to throw it all away." I rub my forehead and sigh tiredly, "Shayla, I can't fight for something I don't recall ever having. There's no saying when or even if my memory will ever come back. There's a chance I might never remember you or the life I had with you." Shayla shrugs, sighing. "Well, that's too bad because you're stuck with me. I'm not giving up, so I suggest you get used to having me around, Lord Hoult." She retorts back, placing her hands on her waist, and stares at me decide

“And the shirt too, everything. Nobody has ever shot a bullet for me.” Oh, my sweet Farfalla. Pretending she doesn't know that for her sake, I've done far worse. But it's okay, I'll play into her amnesia game until I've duped her into leaving with me. Shell stop punishing me for my mistake eventually, but until then I'm keeping her in my sites. “Do you know him?” I clear my throat, watching her intently. She simply shrugs, like it doesn't matter who the man is. “No, must be a crazy fan.”