The Memory Of You Dramione 소설 & 이야기

Looking down on my chest, I realized it was tucked into my shirt, thank goodness, I am already dealing with so, I don't want to get them involved in— whatever this is. “But she teleported right before our eyes brother, did you not see her, she even threatened to fry me like a bacon strip, I felt her emotions, they flowed through me like a river, so it doesn't make sense, why can't she remember anything, it's like someone edited her mind and trimmed that part of her memory,” Damon mumbled.

Smiling down at her with his dreamy alluring eyes. Then something else hit her. The memory was vague but it also felt real, like it actually happened. She didn't know whether she had or she hadn't. But she had a vague rememberance of saying his name. As Omar or whoever she saw inserted into her, she had moaned a name that wasn't Omar's. She had moaned Dylan's name instead.

No trace of Draco's spell. She blinked at me, dazed. “Aurelia…? What… what happened? Why are we down here?” Tears pricked my eyes. Relief crashed over me like a wave. I grabbed her shoulders, holding her tightly. “You don’t remember? You attacked me. You...” My throat tightened. “He was inside you. Draco was using you.” Her lips parted in horror, but no words came. She shook her head in disbelief. “I… I don’t remember. Only darkness. And now...” She glanced around, confusion deepening.

“Really? I don’t remember you at all.” “That’s impossible,” she whispered, her eyes trembling as she muttered to herself, dazed and broken. “No, Mr. Wilson must be wrong. You can’t have lost your memory.” Her voice cracked, and she cried until she could barely breathe.

Damon I woke up panting heavily as I stared around the room, my eyes contorted into a frown as I was expecting to see Cynthia but I couldn't find her. I felt my heart seize, not knowing what to do. I can now remember everything clearly. I can remember what happened years ago when I lost my memory. I had thought I would die that night, but I didn't.

Soon, the sound of the television drifted from the media room, mingled with Calista's playful giggling. "Seb, I want some strawberries. "This lead actor is so handsome! But he's not as handsome as you! "Oh, stop tickling me." Standing downstairs, Theodore felt as though an invisible hand gripped his chest tightly. He suddenly recalled years ago when she used to coax him to watch movies with her in that same flirtatious manner. But back then, he had simply replied, "Stop it. I'm busy." Now, all her affection and closeness belonged to someone else. A feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced surged through him—a bitter, stinging ache, as if a thousand needles pierced his heart. He didn't

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

My gaze urges her to speak "You will have to release me, you just need to say the word and I will be master of my own, people will be able to see me " " and then I will have my memory back " She nodded her head "Why will I trust you? What if I say the word and you refuse to give me my memory back ?" " Then I will give it to you now " She moves closer and touches my forehead, just her fingertip and I step back, different memories keep coming, and getting it all back I frown, completely angry. Damon called me weak, how could I forget such an important thing? " you got it all back now" Brooklyn smiled "So say the word "

I staggered, my breath hitching as additional memories flooded through my head. In the moonlight, laughter. I was surrounded by warm arms. A kind voice speaking my name. A strong, unbreakable connection. A partner. My friend. Damon. My brain ached. That was a name I recognized. I was acquainted with him. However, how? I shook my head and pushed my palm on my temple. I muttered, "This doesn't make sense." "I don't—I can't recall." Damon's jaw tensed, but his eyes were filled with melancholy rather than rage.

Her final days came like a sudden hurricane, destroying everything in its path. Tears fell down my eyes as I was drifting off to sleep. I wished that when I woke up tomorrow morning I would be back in my London apartment, while she remained here happy and alive. Why did you have to go? ————————————— I woke up the next morning at six. My head hurt from crying myself to sleep the night before. I think that was the first time I cried again after her funeral. I got up from bed, got dressed, and went directly to the kitchen. I saw Lucas on the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea while reading today’s newspaper. His face was serious with a hint of uneasiness, like he wanted to focus on the paper i