Teach Me How To Forget Dramione Novels & Stories

“If you want to keep Leesa’s existence a secret, why is she here at all? I can have her far away in no time.” “Jenna can explain it better than me.” Dominic turned to the witch. “From my limited knowledge of a focused forgetting spell, I understand that when you wish to wipe away the memory of a specific thing or person, it helps to have as detailed an image as possible to work with, right?” Jenna nodded and turned her eyes to Leesa. “That’s right. Having Leesa here and being able to look at her while I cast the spell will make it easier for me to wash any memory of her from the black wizards’ minds.”

“I didn't lie to you. Damon truly doesn't remember anything about me, what I haven't told you yet is that he forgot about you too, sister.” She leaned forward, snarling as she placed her hand on the desk between us. “You lie.” I shook my head, smiling widely. “I kid you not.” Her face crumpled. “He lost his memories because you were nothing but misery and he wanted to forget everything about you. He only remembers memories he had before he met you.” I explained. “Too bad you affected me with your misfortune, sister.” “No!” She screamed so loud that she got the attention of her nurses standing close by. “Damon can't forget about me.”

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

Kennis gently stroked her hair and said, “I can make her forget.” I nodded in agreement. “Ana,” I called softly. “Hmm?” she responded. “Can you please get down? We want to tell you something,” I said gently, and she finally released her grip on me. The expression on her face made my chest ache. I crouched down. “I’m sorry about what happened tonight, and I’m even sorrier that you had to see all that.” She just looked at me with those big eyes, except they were bleak. “Alpha here can make you forget everything that happened tonight. Would you like that?” She looked between us, then moved closer to me and nodded. Kennis crouched down and looked into her eyes, his voice slow and deep as he comp

It was too painful, and I was grateful it was over. "I finally figured out why I didn't remember him because I hated him so much." All memories of Damon seemed to be erased and left no room in my mind. All I could remember were the images of his face that came and went, but they didn't explain why they happened. So, now I know why it all happened, and I'm going to close the door to my heart tightly so that he's no longer present in my mind. I hate Damon. He was the one who forced me to have that surgery, and with that surgery, I completely forgot about him. Maybe this was all karma he had to accept, and I didn't care about that.

But when it comes to my heart and body I can decide who can come near it from now on. Staring at my friend and her Mate, I give her a reassuring smile even though I feel uncertainty in my heart. I know Grace only wants to see me happy and honestly, I forgot what being happy feels like. I think it is time I find what makes me happy starting by giving up the things that don’t. With my resolve made, I squeeze Grace’s hand, my smile growing wider as I look into her eyes ready to give her my answer. “Yes. No matter what, I am giving up on Riker Wraith for good.”

The kind of end where she would feel no more pains, the kind of end she would 'Remember to forget' what pain feels like. On getting to the altar, Alita stood erect with her hand behind her. Her neck was raised up as she stared at the crucifix in front of her. Her eyes became stormy as she blinked vigorously trying to dry up the hot tears threatening to fall. "You don't deserve my tears" Alita sniffed. She paused for a few seconds, staring at the altar in whole. Pictures of how she and Gio used to go pray on the altar flood her memory as she imagined Father Lorenzo blessing them.

No one knew that after every single doctor's appointment, she would secretly utter a prayer for Dylan. She'd pray for him to find peace in another life, wishing they could've had a different ending together. After I eventually passed away, she burned all of the prayer scripts she'd written for Dylan. Amid the rising smoke and flames, a hollow, solemn voice echoed, "As you wish." The scene shifted once more, showing the moment I'd stepped in and quietly called off the neurosurgeons, choosing not to restore her memories. Eleanor gasped, snapping awake as the nightmare shattered.

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.

Liam bowed his head, speaking in a voice so low it was barely audible: “I get it, I get it all…” How can you not understand that there is no longer any possibility between them? It's just that forgetting someone is really not easy. If you've ever truly loved someone, you can't say forgetting is forgetting. “Liam, you are so lucky to have a wife who loves you like that, and a lovely daughter like this. If you open your heart, you will realize, you are really living a very happy life." Grainne sighed and continued: "Promise me, forget me, try starting your new life, okay? Just watch it. Like for me." Liam was silent for a long moment, then solemnly nodded.