She Never Forgives She Never Forgets Book Novels & Stories

And if she couldn't, how could I? Maybe one day she'd find peace. But that wasn't my story anymore. Stella—she was gone, but not really. She was up there now, a star I'd never lose. Every time I looked up, I'd find her. Those memories? They'd carry me. I'd miss her forever. I'd look after the ones she left behind—my folks, Kylie's too. I'd keep going. And maybe—if the universe was kind— I'd hear that little voice again someday. "Daddy."

She stated, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I will never give you the divorce!" My voice boomed. "But why?" She stomped on her feet like a little child. "Because you love me too much." I started walking towards her. "But I don't remember you." She specified. "You'll remember me eventually. You can never forget me." That was true, she never forgot me even when she thought I was dead. "What If I never remember you?” She challenged again. "Then I'll make you remember what you feel, how you feel when I touch you." I move my hand on her thigh, slowly sliding it up and down.

Her bravery. 51. The way she always fixes the blanket before sleeping. 52. Her inability to fake love. 53. The smell of her pillow. 54. Her singing in the shower. 55. Her hands. Always cold. 56. Her back when she walks away. 57. Her taste in books. 58. Her hate for the word “sorry.” 59. Her brokenness. 60. Her healing. 61. The way she forgives. 62. The way she never forgets. 63. Her journals.

I found the photograph completely by accident, tucked into an old book I had been dusting off the library's bottom shelf the next afternoon, an actual photograph, the kind people used to print and keep instead of losing to a phone. It slipped out from between the pages and landed face-up on the rug before I could catch it. Zack, younger, maybe five years younger than now, unguarded in a way I had never once seen him. Beside him, was a woman,beautiful, dark-haired, laughing at whatever the camera hadn't caught. And in his arms, wrapped in a pale blue blanket, small enough to still be counted in weeks rather than months, a baby I recognized immediately, even now, even years older, by the same

Something he never did with me, no matter how good I was to him. I will never forget this sight. Neither will I forget the humiliations I had suffered today. If I ever get to survive this, I will never forgive them for what they've done to me. Never! As I was pulled away, I saw my mom being dragged like a criminal, just like I was. She seemed to be crying, and this only spiked up my hatred. What did we do so wrong? We were only trying to survive in this cold, harsh world. Why did we have to suffer for a crime we never would have committed if only life had been fair to us? I cannot forgive this treatment. Never!

She carefully pinched the corner of the document and handed it toward me. At the moment of the handover, her fingers accidentally brushed against the old scar on my hand. It was from three years ago when I rescued her from the shopping mall fire. She had been in shock back then, and she had probably long forgotten about it, too. The instant she touched it, Giselle instinctively tightened her grip on the other corner of the agreement. I didn't give her a chance to hesitate. With a sharp flick of my wrist, I yanked the paper away.

"Damian, my stomach hurts." So he turned away, lifted her in his arms, and left. The doctors, guards, and his underboss followed him out. I slid to the floor, one hand braced against the table leg, while my mother's voice cut through the room. "Karma. That's what this is." In my last life, it had been snow. In this life, it was blood. As long as Serena was there, they would always leave me behind.

“If I forget again... don’t let me go” He held her tighter. “Never”. And in the silence that followed, something solidified. Not memory. But resolve.

If I had, I never would've let him get near Sadie. I was actually confident that Sadie would never forget me. Seven years together wasn't something she could just forget. But it was that very confidence that cost me everything. I thought it'd be like before. All I had to do was wait a few days, and she'd forget again. I wouldn't even have to coax her back. But just that one time, everything changed. If I could turn back time to that day, I'd never have made that bet with my friends. I'd never have said those things I didn't mean.

Now day by day I am knowing how much she suffered in her past. I will love her more which will help her to forget her past. Chhaya whoever you are, I won't forgive you, never.