The Memory Of You Dramione Novelas e Histórias

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?”

It has been weeks since then. I wipe the memory from my head with a shake of my head choosing to focus on the flames. I envision Draco as a young boy sitting there on the rug as I told him a story. Tears stream to my eyes while I smile slightly. It is a memory I have played many times after his death. His sweet laugh rings through my ears as I hear my name. I ignore the voice not wanting my memories interrupted. I drift with my er zi in the picture I made but am snapped out of my vision when someone taps my shoulder. I pay them no mind and stare into the fire knowing that they will leave.

With a brow raised and a mind full of questions, she looked between the two, from Katie to Damon then from Damon to Katie. ....and then within seconds, the bomb came crashing down without so much as a warning....that bomb called memories. Everything suddenly started coming back....every heart-wrenching memory... What she herself did when she was drunk...what Katie did and more importantly...what Damon had done.

Damon sat on the edge of the bed, the locked box behind him. “I’ve been having dreams,” he said quietly. “More like… memories.” Evelyn’s lips twitched. “Darling, we talked about this. Your brain was under trauma. There’s a reason your doctors prescribed the medication.” “It’s not the medication,” he said, sharper this time. “It’s her” “Juliette?” He nodded. “And a wedding. Our wedding. I remember flashes. Her crying. A church. Something happened. Something big” Evelyn’s expression tightened. “You need to be careful what you indulge, Damon. Dreams can feel like memories — especially when you’re vulnerable.”

She had a headache. She relaxed and drank some water. "What happened to me?" Everdeen asked curiously. "What do you remember?" Dylan asked curiously. Everdeen was lost in deep thought. "I remember blacking out and waking up in your arms that's it." Dylan was relieved. The milkshake he had given her in his car had worked perfectly. He was going to reward the shark very generously. He cupped both of her cheeks gently. "Well Everdeen honey you lost your memory in an accident a few months ago that's why you can't remember much"

“You really don’t remember.” Aurora’s heart pounded. “I remember enough.” The person shook their head. “No.” A pause. “You remember what they left you with.” Aurora froze. “They?” A beat. “Who are ‘they’?” The person’s eyes flickered— just for a second. Then— “They don’t matter anymore.” Aurora’s frustration snapped. “Everything matters!” Her voice echoed. Sharp. Angry. “You drugged me!” A step forward. “You erased my memory!”

Chapter 88 Draco; It seemed time monetarily passed, as I stood there, staring at an exact replica of me. A fucking mistake brought to this world, which should have never been in existence. His expression was comical though, like he has just seen a ghost. But I could clearly detect the confusion in his gaze He must have forgotten, hadn't he? Well that was why I was here. To help him recall. Surely, I couldn't be the only one plagued with the memories .

"What’s happening to her? Selena, do something!" “It’s her memories,” Selena says, her voice urgent. "They’re fighting their way back, but it’s too much at once." The pain intensifies, making me groan loudly as I squeeze my eyes shut. Flashes of images, sounds, and faces flicker through my mind. A voice echoes louder than the rest: "Leave, or I’ll kill you." “Maya…” I whisper, the name slipping from my lips like a forbidden secret. Selena freezes, her face a mask of shock. "What did you just say?"