Sotsugyou Memories Sayonara Anata นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Kazu became visible abortively almost causing Akihoto to jumo in fear. "And what might that be, if you're thinking we can do nothing don't forget there's no saying we can't erase your memories like we've done in the past." Akihoto frowned. Hearing that his memories have been altered in the past wasn't something he liled to here. He wanted to retaliate but looking back at the people he was messing with, he didn't stand a chance, he doesn't even remember when or how it happened, going up against them would only be a loss for him.

Hiro “Already told you I don’t fix shite,” Sai snaps against Ayame’s pain. Her vulnerability. “You want a shoulder to cry on, call Farm Boy. Breaking things is my only point and purpose,” Sai slams back into the chair, shoving the bread pudding in his mouth before the leash he’s keeping on himself snaps.

"Are you sure you've met me before? Because I feel like I've never seen uncle before.” Sana furrowed her brows. No matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn't find any memory of Uncle Sony in her memory. "Of course! My first meeting with you was very memorable. So there's no way I could forget!” Answer uncle Sony confidently. “I first met you a few years ago. I still remember that time you were wearing a school uniform-" Ah, now Sena understands why she doesn't remember about Uncle Sony at all, even though he said their meeting was quite memorable. The school days were the times when nothing would leave an imprint on Sena's head except for her parents and aunt Marrie.

" Sono kawaki wa watashi no sei anata wo koko ni houridashita. ido na nake de wa shiawase datta soto no koto nani mo shirazu. Watashi Datte sagashiteiru kono mi ugatsu anata wa dare waratteita koro no anata wa nani yori mo mabushikatta kara torimodoshitemiseru yo doredake no toki ni kaetemo hitori dake de kakaekomanaide douka kowagaranaide

Doctor Sharma exchanges a sympathetic glance with Soha, understanding the depth of Sukoon's pain. DOCTOR SHARMA: (sympathetic) Sukoon, I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you. Memory loss is a complex matter, and it will take time for Vihaan to recover his memories, if he ever does. Right now, the best thing you can do is support him through this journey. Sukoon nods, wiping away her tears. Soha moves closer and gently holds Sukoon's hand, offering comfort. SOHA: (nurturing)

[End of Flashback] When I got home that day, I cried my eyes out. A few months passed and I was poisoned and when I woke up, I was someone different. I didn’t have all her memories but it gradually came back to me. As I held the congee bowl in my hand, I tried to think back to the time when Sayori and Yukio were still okay. I wonder how Sayori never noticed the way Yukio looked at her. Anyone could see his loving gaze towards Sayori.

It would be a torture that their mate was so close to them but she didn’t even know who they were. “Yes, but it would take time.” Doctor Sayanos replied. “How long?” Alex added. “I could never know. A week, two. A month or two–” “A year or two?” Adrian asked, cutting in. Doctor Sayanos nodded. “Possibly. But with enough rest, all her memories will come back to her on their own.” “Damn it.” Alex cussed under my breath. Doctor Sayanos left and they came back into the ward. Arnold was leaning against the wall, with his eyes pinned on me.

] After a while, Caroline received a reply from Freya. Freya: [Well, patients like her who have suffered significant trauma often voluntarily forget memories they want to forget. These memories are deeply ingrained in their minds, and they resurface when they see something or someone specific, causing them to regain their clarity.] Freya: [Ms. Shenton, I'll be blunt. In my observation, her moments of clarity are not a good sign. During those times, she also exhibits severe symptoms of depression, anxiety, and even manic episodes. Additionally, during her episodes, she often mumbles things that are hard for ordinary people to imagine. As for what she said, I'll compile a report and send it to

she keeps going, "He says he didn't see me standing there, he just meant to throw that box to the wall. You think I should believe him?" "No," I immediately say, "Sounds like a stupid excuse to cover his ass. I hope you told him to fuck off... wait, did I kill him or something? As your fated mate, I mean. There's no way I let that happen." Anya drops her head and she starts laughing. As she's doing that, my head starts hurting a little bit and... I don't know. When Rogan was telling me stuff, I was able to remember a thing or two, but with this information Anya is giving me, I feel actual memories coming to me.

Before this table. Something I don’t yet understand, but that my body recognizes. And that look. That look she gives me unwittingly. Like a burn. Like a memory. A flash runs through me. A dim light. Rumpled sheets. Warm skin. A name whispered in the shadows. But everything is blurry. Distant. Like drowned underwater. I furrow my brows. Why is this memory so blurry? Why is it coming back now? Lucas breaks the moment. — And your car, Alexandre? How are you recovering from your accident two months ago?