The Book Of Laughter And Forgetting の小説・ストーリー

Jennifer remembered a book she once read. It said a woman would remember the man who made her laugh, and a man would remember the woman who made him cry. But often, a woman ended up staying with the man who made her cry, while a man stayed with the woman who made him laugh. Back then, Jennifer hadn't even graduated high school, and she scoffed at the idea, never imagining that she would one day become the woman described in the book. But in the end, the man who made her laugh was gone. And it was all because of her.

His mind was a vacuum, and the Logic’s pure data began to rush into him. "You think 'Forgetting' is a failure," Leo projected, his eyes turning a brilliant, terrifying white. "But forgetting is the only way we make room for Tomorrow. If we remember everything, we are prisoners of the past. If we are perfect, we have no reason to breathe." The Final Variable

,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?

There was a loud thud as the thick book hit against the hard ground with its soft leather binding, and there was a strange silence which followed. Eliezer's eyes were stayed on the book with a clear and distinct sadness which could only be described as the deepest lament. "No," he said with lasting conviction at the end of it all, "my folly is my own, but there is none such in God." He turned his eyes to Kallida with fierce indignation. "And you, Demetrius, will know it." He paused, taking a breath. His eyes turned upwards, then back to Kallida. "You have made a very grave mistake, one which you will soon regret."

But in moments of profound grief, what else is there to say? "I'm trying to be," I managed, offering a smile so weak it was barely a ghost of an expression. Jessica's professional side emerged. "Are you feeling pain anywhere? Do you need anything?" "Please," I whispered. "Something to help me sleep, to help me forget. To just... stop feeling. For a little while." The word "forget" resonated deeply. What a beautiful, impossible concept. The irony was not lost on me. After all, I was a woman with incomplete memories, I've spent months trying to piece everything together yet today I wish to forget.

“Let’s just focus on tonight.” Noah, once again, looked relieved. Soon, our food came—a glistening roast quail for me and a plate of decadent risotto for Noah—and the alcohol began to kick in. Before I knew it, we were both laughing and reminiscing over old memories. And soon, maybe thanks to the alcohol or the food or the laughter, I stopped feeling the urge to cry every time Noah would bring up a memory that he had once forgotten. Instead, I just felt like laughing. Laughing a lot.

It was as if a knife had been plunged into my heart, twisting and turning, cutting deeper with every passing second. I retreated to the solitude of my room, my steps heavy and my shoulders slumped. The walls seemed to close in on me as the reality of the situation settled in. Liam, the man I had loved more than life itself, had forgotten me. The memories we had created together, the bond we had shared, all reduced to nothingness. I collapsed onto my bed, tears streaming down my face. How had this happened? What had caused him to lose his memory of me? Questions swirled in my mind, but there were no answers, only the crushing weight of despair.

The dreamer was quiet. The sea above them calmed down. Mara suddenly felt memories. Not pictures. Feelings. An ancient feeling. In front of aeons. Long before people. When the world was young. Something was broken. Not a war. Not hate. A decision. Someone had decided that pain should disappear. That loss could no longer exist. And at that moment everything was broken apart. Tears ran over Mara's face. “That’s why we are.” The woman smiled. ‘Yes.’ “That’s why memory and forgetting exist.”

Yet they never looked in the right direction. Never saw him. Never realized. Ama felt tears form. Because the tragedy wasn't neglect. It was failure. A heartbreaking failure. The Witness whispered: “We forgot that forgetting was possible.” Silence. The sentence echoed across eternity. How do you protect someone from being forgotten… If forgetting has never existed before? How do you search for someone… When the act of losing them erases the memory that they are missing? Aurel's eye widened slightly. The anger Ama expected never came.