The Sweetness Of Forgetting Book Novels & Stories

Sometimes staying in the darkness is much better. While I was wiping the window full of dust, it was funny that there’s still a lot of it even though I clean this house every day. As if the world is telling me that no matter how much I clean, it will be the same tomorrow. I’m talking about my memories. If you forget them now, you’ll still try to forget them again tomorrow. But then, just like how you get used to wiping windows, you get used to forgetting everything. Just like how I forget to be happy whenever they come back, and forget to be sad whenever they leave me alone in this house. “Too dusty,” I sighed as I continued wiping the last window. I also forgot the guilt I always feel whene

Made everything else blur and recede until there was nothing in the world except this room and his eyes and the heat of him and the way he made her feel like nothing outside this door could reach her. He made her forget she had unsolved things sitting in her phone. He made her forget Chloe's voice saying the file is about you. He made her forget all of it and she let him every single time and she was beginning to understand that this specific forgetting was the most dangerous thing about him. Not the gun. Not the empire. Not the enemies This. The way he made her want to stay inside the forgetting forever. She looked up at him standing there and felt herself falling completely and freely and

After all, people only felt harmed when it was their own wounds. He even went to the hospital to persuade Lydia to let it go, painting a warm picture of a happy family as if nothing had ever happened. Every word cut deep. It meant that Lydia would have to remember that nightmare again every time she saw Evelyn. But since everyone kept urging her to move on, all she could do was swallow her pain and anger. One afternoon, I was shopping at the mall when I spotted Evelyn in a baby store, picking out baby products. Evelyn saw me and walked over. "Hannah, can you believe I'm the one who ended up with Trevor?" she said smugly.

Fine, if they won't tell me then I'll find it myself. "I see." I suddenly said. I walked towards Anthony and face him. "Nice meeting you Anthony, take care of your GOOD FRIEND for me." I said and hurriedly went to my room without looking at Sylvester. When I reached my room, I looked the door and I lay in my bed. What happened today gives me headache again. I don't understand a thing, I really don't. A single tears fell from my eyes. What if everyone deceived me? What if he really did not forgotten about me? What if all of this happened because he don't want me anymore so he pretend that he forgot me so I would leave and he'll be free.

I got up and poured more whiskey to my glass and drink it, it burned my throat, but the bitter the taste and heat were welcomed, as I was trying to numb my feelings. "Maybe I shouldn't even ask. You know what? Forget I asked, I want to fucking forget about all of this. You...my dearest grandmother, you can take back all the burden and be the old bitter woman that you enjoy being. I'm not going to get sucked in into your pathetic life. I'm the fucking bastard, I'm going to do what I fucking want with my life. And I won't include my dearest grandmother." I put down the empty glass with a harsh force when she gasped, she was not expecting that I would be furious at her.

As if it wasn't enough, he locked her up and did all manner of ungodly things to her. Things she never wants to remember again. Things she always forced herself to forget so she won't get to keep building the pain that had always been in her. If only he haven't shown up with his father years ago, she might be in college or in a better condition. Not with a black broken heart, broken ribs, wounded feelings, and shattered happiness. "...Vengeance belongs to God!..." A creepy smile appeared on her face, she moved her hair away from her face to behind her ears and stared at the image on the cross.

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

Just a narrow fissure down its center, like a wound or an invitation. “This is it,” Lena said. “The Archive That Forgets.” Jessica let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “It’s smaller than I thought.” “It only needs to hold what no one else wants,” Eleni replied. “Most forgetting doesn’t take space. Just silence.”

His energy makes me feel very cold. Clarissa whirled around in her chair. "He's here?" But she could see nothing. "You mustn't fear him anymore. I am being told this. The second man is here now. He will keep you safe. He has been searching for you for a very long time. Trust him. He is present in your life purely for you. He asks if you like the forget me nots he gave you?" Clarissa's thoughts drifted back to the small vase of forget me nots back on her kitchen table. She smiled fondly and, to her surprise, felt the unexpected onset of a blush.