Novel & Cerita The Memory Of You Dramione

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

I’ve totally forgotten about it and that was the first time such would happen since she died. ‘You see; you don’t even remember. You’ve been bewitched, Draco. You’ve been bewitched by that filthy thing.’ He yelled at me. With the guilt that filled my heart about missing Nanina’s death anniversary and the anger from listening to Heimdall’s yell, I sped closer to him, gripping his neck tightly.

I smile bigger. If this creates a divide between Aiden and Damon, that's great. "That day we woke up together after the second time having sex," he recalls, I nod. This is why I was so angry about him pretending not to remember earlier. Aiden has photographic memory. He never forgets anything, "My dad sent me to do something for him. I left, came back home two hours later and you were gone. Damon told me Berenice found weed in your purse." "Did he?" I laugh, "Well, no."

Draco was a hundred percent sure. "No, Astrid. I suppose you might be wrong. Albus has met you. Nearly a hundred years ago, we met. You saved me. However, Albus erased your memories and separated you from me. He then said your meeting with me was just a dream because at that time I was very drunk," said Draco while remembering his sweet memory. "But, why don't I remember? What's my fault so that my memory is erased?" Astrid asked, confused.

On the 12th of August 1995, I was seated on the couch watching my favorite show "Best Friends' ' with a bowl of popcorn I made that evening. When I got a call from Julie and asked what I was doing, I told her I was watching my favorite program. And then she told me to check the latest updates from the government and that I had to tune in to the news channel. I didn't wait a second. I changed to the news channel and the update was that "The Military Camp was burnt down leaving no persons alive". I tried to find my voice as Julie kept calling my name on the phone but I paid no attention to her. I broke into hot tears, not saying a word to her. She kept calling my name but I was in no mood for

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

However, he thought darkly to himself “Just wait night comes. I’ll make you realized that you’ve made the right choice by saying yes!” “I... I don’t remember,” Dora was at loss. The more she thought about it, the more painful it was. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll remember. It’s okay.” Doflamingo shot a look at the other women in the room. They also started to persuade her. “Yes, Young madam, you’re just over thinking things. Love builds up slowly. You’ve lost your memory before and have forgotten about the Young master. He was heart broken.”

“Thank you, Liam. I´ll leave you two alone for now.” Marcus exits the room. Once he´s left, I turn to Liam. “I had a dream about you. Only, I believe that it´s not a dream. Rather, I think it´s a memory. A memory of what might have been. It´s reminiscent of the memory you related to me.” “The one at Brightmoon Lake?” “Yes.” Liam smiles. “So, you did choose me?”

Blissfully, it was an overcast day, a light rain pattering against the window, no sun to burn my tired eyes. It took another ten minutes to remember why I felt this way. Slowly, the memories began to flood in, clearer at first, then fuzzier until it was all a distant blur. Chloe’s apartment. Dinner. Damon arriving. Never Have I Ever. Then… The club. A single cup of vampire wine, downed before I could stop myself. The dance floor packed with bodies. Damon. Damon. Damon. Damon. “Oh, no,” I muttered, scrunching my eyes shut as that final part hit me, too.

Elara knelt beside me, her eyes wide with something that looked too much like fear. “What did you see?” she whispered. I shook my head. My memories were jagged pieces. I saw fire. Ash. Damon on his knees and a blade, dripping. “I don’t know,” I rasped. My gaze dropped to my wrist. The ink. The word. The smear was there, a black blur where his name had been. My chest hollowed out, ice rushing through my veins. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t remember him. Not his voice or his eyes, just the heat of something missing.