The Memories Of The Past นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Patricia let out a deep sigh, her chest rising and falling as the memory washed over her. Just yesterday, everything had unfolded in a way that felt almost surreal, and she was certain that even as time passed, the vivid moments they shared would forever be etched in her mind. The emotions and sensations were so intense that she wouldn’t be surprised if they haunted her for years to come; the past lingered like a sweet perfume, intoxicating and impossible to ignore.

"These are all your memories." I gulped hard. All memories were filled with bloodshed and death. It was gruesome to look at. Suppose I was scared to look back at them now. I had done so many foolish things in the past. Some were out of impulsive thinking, and I could do nothing about them now. The guilt I would feel reliving them would be gruesome. "Ah, here is one,"he said, stopping at the door.

Memories, like elusive phantoms, danced at the edges of my consciousness, teasing me with glimpses of a childhood long gone. I closed my eyes, trying to summon those fleeting moments of innocence, of laughter and warmth. I could vaguely recall the joyous days of my youth, playing in the park, family dinners filled with love and laughter. But as I ventured into the years after college, the memories grew increasingly distant, slipping through my fingers like sand.

"Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew." The gravity of her words sank in, and a whirlwind of emotions churned within me. The memories I had with Adrian, both the blissful and the tumultuous, flooded my mind. The love we shared, the moments of joy and passion, but also the heartache and pain that had scarred us. Could I simply erase it all? "But what about the consequences?" I asked, my voice trembling. "What happens after the memories are gone? Will I be the same person? Will I lose a part of myself?"

Between the icy wind and the relentless downpour, I soon lost all feeling in my limbs. Even so, I couldn't stop walking. If I stopped, I would become nothing more than a spectacle for the onlookers—a joke for them to laugh at. Not long after, my vision blurred. A memory suddenly surfaced of something that happened years ago during another heavy downpour. I hadn't brought an umbrella that day and arrived home drenched, burning with fever. Zeke had stayed by my side for an entire day and night. His face was swollen when I woke up. I later learned it was because he had punched himself out of guilt.

ROMAN I come back to the present,my mind is constantly jumping between memories of Ana and stupid conversations and little arguments that we've had. I can remember every damn detail about us but not the most important thing. What happened last Saturday night,that’s what I need to remember. I’m digging deep through my mind for a clue but all I keep coming up with is more memories of my beautiful wife. I look at the wall and see the clock turn over another hour and my heart sinks again.

He just sat there, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze steady and unyielding. “There’s no other way to explain it, Rhea." He said quietly, like my yelling had already been factored into his plan, “You can deny it, you can scream about it, but that won’t change the truth. Those memories aren’t dreams, and they’re not some figment of a stressed mind. They’re pieces of the life you lost and they are slipping back in, whether you want them or not.” I clenched my fists in my lap, “So you’re telling me my memories aren’t just a figment of my imagination or some experiment gone haywire. They’re reruns of what I had faced before? Then why are they so different with the happenings of this life?"

What on earth! My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the sudden rush of memories. The images played in my mind like a movie, the intensity of that passionate night flooding back to me. I couldn't believe how vivid and captivating those moments were. Confused and intrigued, I couldn't help but wonder why that memory had resurfaced so abruptly. Was it a sign? Or just a random occurrence? I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something significant about it. Taking a deep breath, I decided to embrace the unexpected surge of emotions and memories. Perhaps there was a reason behind it, a lesson to be learned or a new chapter waiting to unfold. I was determined to explore the depths

Breathing became harder as old memories clawed their way back, dragging me into the past. Back to that night.

I focused on him, still glaring. “Roman explained that you have a lot of blocked memories. When they push forward, you get these episodes. Is this one of them?” he asked. I was about to tell him to go to hell when the pressure in my head built up again, causing me to groan and bend forward. “Yeah, seems that way,” he said. “Oh, I can’t wait for us to go down memory lane together. Maybe coming back here will unlock it all. Or will it just drive you crazy?”