Story Of Forget Me Not นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If I didn't, he would groom them in whatever area their potential lay so they could be useful to me in the future. Among the three, the one I liked most was the oldest, a young man ten years older than me. He was incredibly refreshing to be around, and I eventually developed feelings for him. On my 18th birthday, I crawled into his bed, attempting to use my barely matured body to win his heart. However, when he woke up and realized what was going on, he shoved me out of his room. "Winona Gardner, take a good look at yourself right now! Do you look anything like the heiress to the Gardner family?"

Upon learning that I had changed my name, he did a little digging and found out the truth about college. Someone blew the whistle on Tanner. The school expelled him. The administration hoped to bring me back, but once they heard that I had ended my life, the matter was dropped. Wandering in the big city with no purpose in life, Tanner spiraled hard into gambling. By the time I drifted back to Jean’s side, she was having poker night with her girls, chatting between hands. The conversations among the village women often revolved around three topics. Husbands, children, and the land were the only things they knew.

Lily I couldn’t tell how long I stared at him blankly, empty thought, just thinking what could possibly happen to him that he forgets me. One thing is for sure, there’s a huge part of me that felt disappointed and sorrowful how come he just forgot me too soon? “Alright, we should get your things back before dusk,” he interrupts before walking past me. If he truly already forgets about me, then I wouldn’t mind reminding him anymore. Maybe I should start seeing these things as a good thing. It would be better and easier for me to live with him if he didn’t remember me at all, right?

" What happened tomorrow, no one could know. Maybe I would wake up and forget all about it. I may forget that the love of my life cheated on me, forget that he took his mistress for a maternity checkup. I may forget their intimacy, forget that same bracelet Abril and I had. I may forget the pain of losing my babies, forget about... I may forget about my parents, forget about Vivian. I may even become so mad that I didn't realize I forgot about it. About what happened tomorrow, who knew?

That wrecked him. He limped toward me, reaching for my hand. I stepped back like it was nothing. "Mister, keep this up and I'm calling the cops." His eyes were wild, voice cracking as he yelled, "I don't believe you forgot me! Rhea, you said forever! I only forgot you because of that temporary amnesia—but I remember now! I know you're the one I love!" I laughed. Hard. What a clown. Acting like some tragic lover. Would he have "remembered" so fast if I hadn't walked away for good? Doubt it. He'd still be playing house with Juliet and her stupid little props.

More than a Luna. I was something forgotten. And the world was about to remember.

When I finally woke up again, the first thing I saw was a man, his brow furrowed in frustration. As soon as I met his gaze, I immediately closed my eyes, pretending I hadn't seen him. Irritated, he muttered, "You were willing to sever ties with Mom and Dad just to get out of the arranged marriage. Now you're scared?" My brother, Titus Barlow, slapped my head in frustration, clearly upset. I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them.

A faint, peppery sting rose into my sinuses. I let a small frown slip right in front of Kane. Then I turned to Selena, eyes wide and guileless. "Selena, did you put Mnemowort rootstock in this potion?" She froze, as if she hadn't expected me to notice. Still, even with her ploy laid bare, not a flicker of panic crossed her face. If anything, she squared her shoulders, righteous as ever. Selena met my eyes, her voice threaded with challenge and pride. "So what if I did? The healer said Mnemowort can rouse an injured wolf and help Kane recall the past. Don't you want Kane to get his memory back, Beta Isla?"

His energy makes me feel very cold. Clarissa whirled around in her chair. "He's here?" But she could see nothing. "You mustn't fear him anymore. I am being told this. The second man is here now. He will keep you safe. He has been searching for you for a very long time. Trust him. He is present in your life purely for you. He asks if you like the forget me nots he gave you?" Clarissa's thoughts drifted back to the small vase of forget me nots back on her kitchen table. She smiled fondly and, to her surprise, felt the unexpected onset of a blush.

He smiled sadly and I noticed that he held the forget me not with blue petals, tightly in his hands, lost in thoughts. Holding on to that flower felt like he was holding on to something dear to him, trying not to forget. That flower was a symbol of remembrance to him and it made me reminisce about my mom. I wish she didn't have to die. But like the flower, forget me not, I could never bring myself to forget her because she was the one thing that mattered so much to me in this life. Forgetting her simply meant I was letting go of life. "I guess we both have something in common," I smiled sadly and he glanced at me briefly before taking his eyes back to the lake.