The Memory Of You Dramione นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“No. You don’t.” A strange heaviness settled on my chest. I tried to think, but the fog in my memory made everything slippery. I remembered being hurt. I remembered Kael yelling. I remembered fear. And then… nothing. But Elara—her face kept coming back to me. “Why can’t I see her?” I asked again. “Is she hurt? Is she angry? Did I—did something happen to us?” Mother shook her head, looking suddenly exhausted. “Damon, please. You are not ready to hear anything. Your memory is broken. You could collapse again.”

Serena said feeling mortified “Tough spot? Surprisingly I love you drunk wife.” Serena’s eyes flew up to his face in alarm, he was smiling “If you say you remember everything, do you remember what you promised to remind me today.” “Listen Damon, I was drunk. You cannot possibly take my words seriously, I never meant anything by it and I do not want you to misunderstand.” Damon was gob smacked by her words, he had been anticipating everything and from not remembering to saying it was all a joke?

Diana's voice trembled, the words hanging in the air like fragile threads. Layla nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "Yes, Mom. It's me, Layla. Your daughter." Diana's eyes flickered, a distant gaze searching for the strands of forgotten memories. The room held its breath, suspended in the delicate dance between the past and the present. "I remember... flashes," Diana whispered, her hand reaching instinctively toward Layla, as if trying to bridge the gap of years lost in the recesses of her mind. "The fire, the pain... but you, my beautiful daughter, were hidden in the shadows of forgotten memories."

Fiona yells jerking up from her seat. "Fiona Ekalot.." the same man called our Fiona's name but she was too upset to realize he was walking in with his phone, the manager of the diner quickly chases him out, locks the diner's door and apologies to both Fiona and Dimitri. "I told you she lost her memories of me, your parents and Vlad, there were others too but I didn't pay attention to a word the maid said after Vlad was mentioned." Dimitri said. "Then why are you still with my sister if she doesn't even remember you ?" Fiona yells at the top of her voice getting attention from the staffs of the diner.

"Not like a dream. Like a memory. I saw them die. I saw my father fall and my mother scream and there was a little boy, my brother, and –" "Easy. Slow down." Damon stroked my hair gently. "Tell me what you saw." I explained the nightmare, every horrible detail. The burning pack house, the wolves with the symbol, my parents fighting and dying, the brother I didn't remember having. "It was a memory," Damon said quietly. "Your mind is unlocking what was hidden. The more you remember, the clearer it will become." "I don't want to remember. It hurts too much." "I know. But maybe you need to remember to understand what's happening now."

Unseen to the common man's eyes, Dylan was splitting his bad memory about the night of the donation event the other day. 'Fuschia...' How his memory suddenly returned in one sweep, and the first emotion he felt was happiness as all his doubts had been answered. Even a genuine smile appeared on his face. But then it was as if he had been drenched in icy cold water as he realized how late he is to remember Fuschia. ‘If only my memory came back faster, maybe Fuschia wouldn’t leave?’ Dylan clenches his jaw as he strikes another big blow to his opponent. He winced in pain. He regretted not recognizing Fuschia's water magic in the form of rain that he had seen the other day.

Drake is praying in his head, hoping that Miren will forget who Dylan is and not recognize him. After giving a thoughtful response, Miren shook her head while looking at the hand that was held in front of her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I don't recognize you. I am not familiar with you." The icy words spoken by Miren caused Dylan's heart to break. He was trembling while smiling, but it was an agonizing smile. The beautiful red in his eyes naturally flowed into streams of tears. It was incomprehensible to him that his very existence had been erased from Miren's memory. How is Miren supposed to live if he can't even remember who he is in this world?

I opened my mouth, then shut it again, because what could I even say? Her last words clung to me, heavy. Where’s Ronan? Damon? I stared at her. At the trembling girl in front of me who had just been fighting for her life seconds ago, who had shifted without hesitation, who had snarled and lunged at grown men. And yet—she didn’t remember. “Wait,” I whispered. My lips felt numb. “What’s… your last memory? Tell me. Right now.” She blinked. Confused. “What?”

“You’re really doing this? Playing happy family while he doesn’t remember the mess you made?” “I didn’t make the mess. You both did. And I’m done cleaning it up for you...” Damon moved beside me, one hand on my back. “Sophia, I think you should go. Whatever happened before… I don’t remember it. And right now, I don’t need the stress. Doctor’s orders.” She scoffed. “Of course, doctor’s orders. How convenient.” She grabbed her bag from the floor. “Fine. But when your memory comes back...and it will...you’re going to wish you’d listened to me today.”