Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten Novels & Stories

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?"

"I must not forget." .

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?"

Because if I sealed my own memories… Then whatever I was hiding— Was something I chose to forget

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.

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.

"None of that happened. Did it?" "It would've." "But it didn't. For those who have excelled and gone to great lengths, they learned from an early stage that keeping things in your heart will never help anyone, it's best to let it go. Leave the past where it belongs and focus on the present." "Somethings can't be forgotten."

I can't do it. “The best thing is to leave and forget... forget it.” I whisper in pain, taking my hand to my belly.

Shutting the door, he turned and watched as the Clutch and Village Elders stepped forward from the shadows. The village elder Marta, stepped forward and bowed before speaking, "Young Prince, it is well that you did not stain your hands with this type of blood. It is a stain that can taint your future. It would have been better to allow your beast to play with them, then eat them. Your choice showed maturity and wisdom by ceding to your mates request. This will not haunt you in the future. Violence taints a person, even dragons, and I am glad for your choice." She bowed when she finished and left the keep through the large wooden door.