The Forgotten Love Novel Novels & Stories

"Forget it? How can I?" "You even forget me," I muttered, and I had finally the bravery to stare at his eyes. "And so you can also forget me as what you did to me." "And now you're just saying the truth. That you are just setting a revenge to me. Do you want me to feel being forgotten?" "I think so." "Damn, Sydney! I unintentionally forgot you!" "I know! I know that already! Just.. Stop asking me! Go back to your work and please forget all my disguises."

I couldn't imagine the confusion and chaos that followed our disappearance. But all this didn't come without a cost. The same way the Arcane Collectors couldn't remember anything about us. Charlie also lost all his memory from after his expedition with Mr X. Why did he remember the expedition and forget everything else? We didn't really know. I assumed it was because that was where he found the pen. And when I say he forgot everything else, I meant everything. He didn't remember Granny or working at Colgate University. He didn't remember meeting Jason. He had no recollection of his time in prison or at Mr X's mansion.

She was no longer waiting for permission. He had spent years believing that love meant holding tightly to what might be lost. But perhaps love also meant letting go before you broke what you were trying to save. The stranger moved before anyone else noticed. They crossed the chamber with quiet steps and stopped beside Aria, gaze lowered to the journals and the photograph. For a long moment, they did not speak. Aria looked up at them. “You know that symbol.” It was not a question, exactly. More an observation shaped by instinct.

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

And the strange weight pressing against my chest felt too much like loss. Like I’d already lost her forever.

It was a mistake that I should forget. He is married. He has a kid. I do not have the right to be in his life and I refuse to be part of his life. I do not want to settle for a married man. I am not that desperate. And I regret everything that had happened between us. I looked at the window of my room and there, I saw his car. I am not sure if how long he has been there but I heard that since last night, his car is already there but he never went out. He remained inside his car.

For them, my gift would highlight the moments that they felt the most love and amplify them. The forgotten however are an entirely different story. This would be a person who has either never known love or they have lived so long without it that they wouldn’t know it if it smacked them in the face. My gift to them is a form of torture. They would only see moments where they thought the love they were shown were real or how they could have gone if it were. It is meant to make them regret there decisions in life and to show them that they are unworthy of it.

I had tried to tell myself countlessly that it meant nothing to me if he lives or dies. But the sadness in my heart surged out like a burst flood and I couldn't stop it. I had loved him,deeply,recklessly and completely.It was a kind of love that couldn't be easily forgotten. If forgetting was to become ruthless,to abandon everything and not go back,to make me forget my previous love,then I would rather not forget it.Being heartless and ruthless was not something I could do. I sighed,heavily. Or was this a sign? Maybe I shouldn't settle down in Paris?

she whispered. Her heart wouldn’t slow down, she knew she still loves him deeply, and forgetting Cassain wouldn't be easy... "Loving is so easy, forgetting is hard"