Story Of Forget Me Not Novels & Stories

A single, pressed flower—a small, blue forget-me-not—fell from between the pages. The ice that had encased my heart for months, the permafrost that Nicholas’s blood and fireworks couldn’t melt, cracked. It didn’t shatter; it dissolved, warmed by a quiet, profound sun I hadn’t dared believe in. A sob welled up, not of pain, but of a devastating, grateful release. The tears that fell onto the worn paper were clean. They were for the man who loved me in silence, with a integrity that asked for nothing, promised everything. Not a performance. A truth.

FORGET He is so close I can feel his warmth, feel his breath, feel his heart beating, feel everything he hasn't said, everything he's kept inside, everything he's carried alone for six years. This waiting. This hoping. This certainty that one day, one day, I would stop running. That I would turn around. That I would see him. That I would remember. That I would come back. That I would stay. That I would love him, finally, the way he loved me, the way he loves me, the way he will always love me.

Forever. Can you love someone who forgets you every night? Is that love? Or is it madness? Tell me if you could do it! Love someone who forgets you daily! Chapter 84 is FIRST DAY FORGOTTEN! END OF CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE

“I’m not quite sure, but if you forget something maybe it’s not that significant and if you felt something of that memory you lost quite agonizing, then it must be important. Maybe you promise someone that you forget?” Now everything is clear as the wind blows its warmest air, the memories she forgets the promise that she gave and the life she had then comes back on the same day of the Scarlet festival. “On the strike of the eight-scarlet festival to the reigning of the 8th in the third age of the scarlet moon you will meet the person that the heavens fated for you of long ago, but fate made you forget for fifteen years.” “Made me forget?”

And now I really broke my promise to you, My Shasha, that I will not leave her. And why did she forget me? I really miss My Shasha, she quickly forgot me. Yes, we met when we were young but the only part that hurts is that she can't remember me. I smiled bitterly because the things I destroyed in the past came back, my past I want to forget but how can I forget if she was there in my past?

“When I was growing up, I noticed that she was oftentimes sad. I knew she missed my father terribly. As for me, I don’t have any memory of him because I was very young when he died.” “She kept mentioning about the wonderful nature of Bellmont. I promised that we would go here once I graduated in college. Unfortunately my mother died before I got to fulfill that promise.” “So I moved here on my own after college and found myself a decent job as an accountant of the only bank in this town.” “I kept thinking about her tale, her tale about a water prince. I find it sad more than it being a fairy tale.” King Merlion is quiet the whole time while Popsie Reed is narrating his tale. When he is sure

At once the tree grew a little. “Would you look at that?” Rhiannon said as Felan looked up with watery eyes. “Did I make that tree grow?” She asked. “You did indeed.” Rhiannon said. “Wow. It’s so beautiful.” Felan said as she stood. “Astonishing.” The Moon Goddess said. Around where Felan stood, flowers had grown. They covered the base of the tree. “Pretty blue and white flowers.” Felan said with a smile. “Those, little wolf, are Forget Me Nots and Daisies. The Forget Me Nots symbolize remembrance and the Daisies mean new beginning and hope. You are telling not just this pack but the world that you will not forget what happened here and you have hope for a better future.” Rhiannon told her

she said, crying into his shirt as he hugged her tightly, and her hair was beginning to get hair wet as he cried, because he was dropping heavy tears into it. "It is not okay, I forgot you. How could I forget you? I put you through so much pain,” he croaked out, feeling an immense amount of despair and sorrow in his gut. Since he now knew that he had hurt his mate, he was even more confused as to why he forgot her in the first place. But he couldn't ask her that yet, not when everything was like this. He had only just recalled the fuzzy memory of them meeting at a party where they spoke the same word. When she explained what they were, he had immediately known that Natalie was his.