Sotsugyou Memories Sayonara Anata Novels & Stories

The sky shimmered with unborn realities. And there, standing in the center, was the First Memory. Younger. Brighter. Happier. Nova watched silently. The younger First Memory sat beneath a tree. Holding something. A tiny light. A tiny golden spark. Small enough to fit in her hands. Nova frowned. The spark felt familiar. Painfully familiar. The younger First Memory smiled down at it. "So there you are." The spark brightened. Responding to her voice. The woman laughed softly.

Aishikata saemo kimi no nioi ga shita Arukikata saemo sono waraigoe ga shita Itsuka kiete nakunaru kimi no subete wo Kono me ni yakitsuketeoku koto ha Mou kenri nanka jyanai Gimu da to omounda (Even the way I loved the smell of you Even the way I walked carried the sound of your laughter Faced with the fact that you'll eventually disappear I have no choice but to burn your existence into my memory, with these two eyes It is not a right that I'm due I feel that it's my duty)

Evelina said, not seeing the road. “Isn’t she that girl? This familiar feeling ... is this girl ‘her’?” thought Nox This familiar feeling Nox felt while holding Evelina and staring at the girl. Later, Evelina wakes up and she stands up, after falling. Nox saw her face similar to the one he knew and mentioned her name. “Evelina?” called Nox. Nox still holds her hand, they stare at each other. Then came the nostalgic feeling he missed, when looking at each other. TO BE CONTINUED...

CHAPTER 149: Mingchan Is Back No one’s POV: Zuno just smiled at Mingchan. “You are back on the SOS planet.” Zuno replied. Mingchan just nodded. “Ah, I see. The planet where I belong and my origin.” Mingchan replied. Zuno was just observing Mingchan. ‘For sure, even if I rebooted him and reprogrammed, without his memory card with him, he will not remember Miss Kim Mukgu.’ Zuno thought.

"If you're betrayed, release disappointment at once. By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root." - Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut * * * * July 2009 Aoyama Cemetery Tohya stared at Ren, wondering if his best friend had just cracked a joke. He simply can’t imagine someone like Ren befriending a guy like that. But on the other hand, if this Tatsuya Fujiyama is truly like how Ren had said, then it might be the reason why Ren had even befriended him.

Yahiko could not help but choke and say, “Nanako, you have always called me your Eminent Father. Today, I want to hear you call me Otosan, just like any other ordinary child calls their father…” Nanako stood up immediately before she bowed deeply in front of the video call as she said respectfully, “Otosan!” Otosan meant ‘daddy’ in Japanese. After hearing Nanako calling him Otosan, Yahiko sighed softly as he said, “Nanako, go ahead and do what you want to. Dad will respect all of your decisions. You can go and chase your own dreams with a clear conscience. Dad will be waiting for you in Tokyo!” Nanako smiled sweetly before she said, “Otosan, if I get severely injured this time, I do not want

"He'll be okay. He's our brother after all." "Doctor, what happened to him?" Mrs Yamamoto inquired. "Will he be okay?" Dr Desai nodded. "Aito will be fine but you should all be prepared because he may wake with all his memories this time." Everyone froze. "W-What do you mean?" Kaito asked. "How can he remember everything just like that?" "We're not sure. That's why Dr Desai used the word 'may'" Dr Anna explained. "But from our observations, we've deduced that Aito gets flashes or dreams of his memories when his emotions are heightened."

I couldn't see her anywhere. “Guys, where am I?” I questioned. "We are kind of floating in your memory! Imagine we're like tiny ships, drifting around in the vast ocean of your mind. When you focus on a specific memory, it's like you're casting a net. We'll all be drawn towards that memory, like fish to a lure. Whether you see us there or not depends on each person. It's like everyone's brain has its own unique landscape. Some people might see us clearly, while others might just feel our presence. To start, let's try something simple to get a better sense of how this works. Think back to the moment before you entered this room. What did you see? What did you hear? How did you feel?" Sabrina

) I snap. His lips curve into a satisfied grin, “Kimi no Nihongo, joutatsu shite kita na.” (Your Japanese is improving.) “Sore wa, watashi ga Nihongo o hanaseru kara yo. Watashi wa Sofia janai no.” (Maybe because I speak Japanese and I'm not Sofia.) I grit through my teeth, glaring imaginary daggers at him. “Let me go, Sang-yeon.” “Sang-Yeon?” he raises an eyebrow, “What happened to that cute nickname you had for me?”

His hip leaning on the aged tree roots that looped up, Gonar said, “You ask me so that you can tell me, my master, but I have heard the tale of being brought to you so many times, it’s almost like I can recall it.” His cracked lips parted and a parched tongue stuck out a little before saying, “Tell me.” Gonar looked to the sky, the din of battle and the howls the dying in the distance not bothering him as he spoke. “Sometimes, I remember it one way, and others, very different. I can recall seeing you so long ago, like in a dream, like I emerged from a river, eyes full of water and there you were, looking down on me. You looked just as you do now, not a hair different. That memory stays with