The Memory Of You Dramione Novels & Stories

“Aria, look at me.” But the illusion tightened around her. She could not see him. Could not reach him. The old shame was everywhere, rising like floodwater. You were not enough. You were never enough. She squeezed her eyes shut, hands curling into fists so hard her nails bit skin. Not real. Not real. Not real. Then another memory opened. Faster this time. Sharper. The apartment bedroom. Dawn. Damien standing at the edge of the bed, dressed to leave.

It feels like I haven't seen her for years, we've been apart for years and now we'll see each other. Well technically, we were separated for a long time, and then we met. I didn't recognize her , I forgot her. But in the days we were together, my heart knew her . Now I believe that, even your brain can forget. Your heart remembers, it knows where it belongs. I didn't realize that I fell asleep thinking, I woke up with a light hitting my face. I quickly adjusted the seat, grabbed the steering wheel and looked for Draco. I saw him outside, talking to his phone. I rubbed my eyes and quickly went out. When Draco saw me, he said goodbye to the person he was talking to and approached him with a sm

"They took everything I loved. Everything that mattered to me." Ramona narrowed her eyes. "Is that why..." Then she laughed, shaking her head. "You wiped my memories?" Nessa frowned. "What are you trying to do?" "Wiping my memories for your stupid plan... You know what? I do not care anymore just give back my memories, let me and Declan go and just clear this off." Ramona said nonchalantly. She was getting tired of the drama. She just wanted to lay on a soft bed and fall asleep.

"Her blood still lives within you. It's only through the blood that she could see the damage she had done to our people in the previous generations." Without thinking of what he meant, Damon leaned toward me and pressed his claw into the scar on my left shoulder. I screamed as an old memory tore through me. My old self flashed in my memory, and the moment of my birth after an old prophecy came true. When Damon pulled back, I came back to my consciousness, gasping and weary. "Does she remember now?" "Shh, it won't be fun to do what we planned if she doesn't." "I remember..." I murmured.

Her face and arms are cut up from the broken glass. Damon ~”Can I see her?” Jo ~”Sure but she is not going to know who you are.” Damon ~”What do you mean she won't know who I am?” Jo ~”She had a bad head injury, she cannot remember anything.” Damon ~”How can she not remember anything?” Jo ~”She only remembers up to when she was about twenty. Back when her parents were still alive.”

An image of him splashing water on a lady flashed through his brain. “She can’t remember more than that, and now she’s scared that she might have killed the person because she’s thinking, and I’m thinking too, that if she was so happy with the person, why did she decide to forget the memory?” Ronan sat there, still confused at what was going on with him. “Can you repeat what you said she saw, the memory of the person?” Lena eyed him and hissed, “she saw them playing together at their…pack river, and also climbing down her room or up. I can’t even remember.”

“Did you forget you fainted just now?” Luna fell silent at Draco’s words. Within seconds, the pieces of her memory came together like a perfectly completed puzzle. Her expression changed as she remembered being forced to meet Samson—Draco’s male lion. Unfortunately, the lion had sniffed her all over, which made her pass out.

A time of mutual agony. There was a long, heavy silence from the room. When Ronan spoke again, his voice was lower, deadlier. “I have no memory of that.” “Of course you don’t! You were drowning in a bottle of bourbon! But I remember. I remember every second. You wanted comfort. You wanted to forget her. And I,” her voice broke, a masterful performance of wounded devotion, “I have always loved you. I gave you what you needed. And you gave me this.”

I stuttered out, confusion muddling my thoughts. Their identical golden eyes bore into mine, emotions swirling within them like a tempest. Kayden gulped audibly, his hand tenderly cupping my face as he asked, "Kiara, sweetheart, what's the last thing you remember?" His question echoed in my mind, sparking a search within the cavernous expanse of my memory. And then, as if a dam had been breached, the memories surged forward in a torrential flood. The pulsating music and kaleidoscope of lights at the club, the euphoria of dancing and laughing with my friends. Then, the dizziness, the world tilting on its axis, and my horrifying collapse in the bathroom.

The reason she had casually given him to keep living, he had upheld for so many years. But now she's grown up and forgotten everything. Damon rolled his eyes at her for the first time. Aurora still denied it: "I'm telling you, don't slander me. My memory is excellent. I've always been able to remember everything I've seen or heard since I was two years old. Basically, anything I've experienced, I remember." “You said we met when we were kids and spent a month together every day. How could I forget something that happened so long ago? You must be lying to me, right?”