The Book Of Laughter And Forgetting Novels & Stories

Two years is such a big gap for anyone to forget about anything. But is it enough to forget anything? He closed his eyes to repeat the question. The tears which formed in his eyes gave the answers. NO, it's a freaking NO. Nothing can neither be forgotten nor be forgiven. Soon there will be days when he will be laughing the same as before without any depressions but the day is not visible to him in any near future.

“That’s none of your damn business. Call me if she comes back. You’ve been paid. That’s enough.” And then they left. I floated behind them, a silent echo of the daughter they buried long before they found my body. Before they got into the car, I turned to look at the building one last time. Peeling paint. Flickering lights. The scent of smoke and old regret lingering in the stairwell. It wasn’t much. But it had been mine. And I had the sickening feeling… I’d never see it again.

She burst into maniacal laughter, her eyes wild. She laughed hysterically, the sound echoing through the dungeon, chilling everyone to the bone. "Hahaha... Fenrir, do you think catching us will absolve you of your sins?" "You think I'm the murderer? No! The real murderer is you!" "It was your constant suspicion and disgust that killed her!" "It was you who never believed her! You who made the whole pack look down on her!" "Even without me, your coldness would have driven her to her death sooner or later!"

The memory clearly fond. I froze—not externally—but something inside me did. Roman was laughing with me. Laughing at something I said. Not out of obligation. Not out of bitterness. Just… laughing. “You’re laughing,” I pointed out, almost startled. “What?” He blinked. “Don’t I laugh?” “Not at anything I say.” The words slipped out carefully. “I can’t remember the last time you looked at me without hate. Not after Dahlia died.” The air changed instantly. The laughter vanished like it had never existed.

Things forgotten suddenly met me when I was asked that time the question my memory couldn’t wield a cut grass, a mercury dime I only held on for was dear life in general— something more present than schoolchildren & the charts they count are no more no less my simple kind: silence felled & human signs felt & this feeling screamed when I wanted to speak about the world we live in & how those prescriptive maths would have kissed happiness in passing, though my views may be wrong, they may even be non-academic since the essence of it all is to patiently wait & watch the lilies grow & remember how to laugh once again on the side of the bridge drinking the everyday from an empty Coke can & while

he insisted, coming close to me but it was no use, my body became numb and all I could feel was the pain. Forlorn, that was all I could think about. My sight started to blur as I foresee a shiny-sharp dagger cut through my heart while my heart went numb. "Fate can't even bother me, soon." That was all that I mumbled before I felt my heart halt and I finally fell on the ground, lifeless. END of FLASHBACK

She wished that he would live peacefully without her. Then she blew out the candle. She cleared out the final traces of her existence in the house. All that was left behind in the house she had spent more than a decade in were three items: a bank card with ten million dollars deposited inside that was meant to repay Cleo’s kindness over the years, a wedding gift meant to wish him a wonderful life with his lover and at last, a letter of farewell. “Uncle Cleo, I give up. I wish you nothing but happiness.”

I panicked as he raised the urn high above his head, trying to stop him. “Xavier, this is your mom’s ashes! I’m not lying to you. If anything happens to them, you’ll regret it.” He snickered, and at that moment, I understood what his laughter meant because he threw the urn to the ground with all his strength. I lunged forward but couldn’t catch it. All I could do was watch helplessly as the urn shattered, spilling most of the ashes across the ground. My knees scraped the ground in the process, leaving me bleeding.

" 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?

Or is forgetting a mercy? Chapter 97 brings FULL MEMORY RETURN! END OF CHAPTER NINETY-SIX