Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten Novels & Stories

she reveals. "But his plan crumbled when he confessed his twisted love for you. Still, who's to say it couldn't have gone differently?" "His pestering will end, and you must cease your incessant pestering of us. Imagine holding a precious memory in your hand, one that you cherish dearly. Now picture yourself being forced to let go of it, to toss it aside as if it holds no worth. That's what it feels like when you're told to forget about past experiences and move on as if they never happened—"

"You know things about me...personal things?" "Well, I am not sure if that is personal when I always see you with a lot of people. Just trying to say, forgetting and choosing to bury your lost memory means taking away the people who mean a lot to you...people that make you who you really are, don't you think that is unfair to do...forgetting them?"

I was tempted to tell her the truth, but at this point, I felt like I was at a point of no return. “It is probably for the best.” Hayden whispered a minute later. “What do you mean?” I sit up straighter. “I mean, since you were hurt because of me, it is better that you don’t remember. I think it is for the best that I remain a forgotten memory.” Hayden turned to leave. Okay, well, that backfired. “Wait!”

As I sat there beside the pool where we'd spent so many wonderful days, my mind seemed bent on recollecting a lot of things that I had pushed away from my thoughts a long time ago. But why now? Why this sudden need to know the things that I had shied away from before? It's not like I could go back and change anything now, can I? I'd made such a mess of things that even I knew there was no going back. Shouldn't I just make the most of what I have?

Sometimes staying in the darkness is much better. While I was wiping the window full of dust, it was funny that there’s still a lot of it even though I clean this house every day. As if the world is telling me that no matter how much I clean, it will be the same tomorrow. I’m talking about my memories. If you forget them now, you’ll still try to forget them again tomorrow. But then, just like how you get used to wiping windows, you get used to forgetting everything. Just like how I forget to be happy whenever they come back, and forget to be sad whenever they leave me alone in this house. “Too dusty,” I sighed as I continued wiping the last window. I also forgot the guilt I always feel whene

But that's all I could do. " That's the problem. You have gotten so used to me that you closed yourself off from other people and you put me first a lot. This is good for to have individual experiences as our people. Who knows? You might meet someone special who will mean a lot more to you. Don't think of me too much. Make this your year to let other people in and have the best time of your life. I plan to do the same. Okay?" " Will you..." he hesitates for a second. " Will you forget me?"

Niya’s mind drifted. “Do you think I’ll ever remember everything?” she asked quietly, almost to herself. The question caused Pony to stiffen, her shoulders tensing. She swallowed hard. “I think… some things are better off forgotten.” Niya frowned, faint lines pulling her brows together. “What does that mean?” Pony shrugged, her expression unreadable. “Just that sometimes the past is messy, you know? Maybe it’s a good thing you get to start fresh. Not everyone gets that chance.”

"It's not. I just… there's six months of my life I can't remember. And I think you were in them. I need to know why I forgot." He turned. His eyes looked haunted. "Some things are better left forgotten." "That's not your decision." "No. But it's the truth." He skated closer, stopped at the boards. "Whatever you think you remember, whatever you think we were—it's gone. Let it stay gone." "Why?" "Because remembering won't change anything. It'll just hurt." "You don't know that." "Yes. I do." The weight in his voice made my chest ache. "Were we friends?"

On the nightstand were a few items: a brand-new ID card, a bank card, and a pale blue note. I picked up the note. In elegant handwriting, it said: "Forget the past, embrace a new life." Forget the past? I frowned, only then realizing I couldn't remember anything at all. What was my name? Where did I come from? Why was I here? All that remained in my mind was a faint awareness of being a werewolf living in the human world; everything else was a blank slate. But strangely, I didn't feel any panic. Instead, I felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"As far as I'm concerned, the past doesn't need to be remembered anymore. The morning breeze blew gently, stirring a few strands of hair that had slipped free from their tie. Below them, mist still lingered among the pine trees while sunlight slowly swept across the valley that had previously been shrouded in darkness. Cale didn't answer right away. He simply stood beside Naomi with both hands tucked into his jacket pockets. His gaze was fixed on the horizon as it gradually changed color. "I understand." And Naomi knew Cale truly understood what she meant. Not every memory deserved to be kept. Not every past was worth missing. Because some things were sometimes better left where they belonge