The Sweetness Of Forgetting Book Novels & Stories

“Oh, I like him.” He crushed a sprig of rosemary between his palms, releasing a green, sharp scent that cut through the sweetness of the alcohol. He dropped it in, then followed with a splash of citrus, bright and alive. “See,” he said, leaning closer to Addison as he stirred, spoon circling with a soft metallic whisper, “forgetting isn’t about erasing. It’s about replacing it.” “With what?” Addison asked, eyes tracking his hands. His gaze held hers with a flirty gaze, “better memories.”

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Grab a cop gun kinda crazy She's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away" 'Cause she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" They had a fancy home with a very homey feeling and I loved it whenever I visited. I hear sounds of small feet running in our direction and prepare myself for the impact of the small boy of the two year old against my own.

Slowly, Zach turned his head to me. “You would have never been in that position if it weren’t for me. If we hadn’t gone. If I wasn’t who I was. If…” Shaking my head, I grabbed my drink and took a sip. “I hear a lot of ‘ifs’ and I hate it. If I had been this, if I had done that. Ifs are things that root you in the past. Ifs are things you can’t change. It’s stupid to talk about them. I don’t regret it. Any of it, Z. I know you don’t remember it, so honestly there isn’t anything to regret or to miss, which is good for you. I will tell you it’s not easy to function with it. But I will never regret it. This…” I touched my arm again. “…or this.” With my left hand I took off my necklace and placed

“The magic technology is a little difficult to understand for the beginners.” “Thanks,” she said, taking out the cake and chocolate boxes. “Dark chocolates?” “Yes.” I almost whispered. She smiled, peering at the cake. “You still remember? I thought ten years were enough to forget things about people,” she said. “Oh, they are. But Jackson says that you only forget things you want to forget. And… you didn’t forget our safe scratches. Remembering your after sex cravings was nothing.” She smiled, taking a bite of the cake. A smile appeared on my face, seeing her relish the cake.

The young man frowned as he heard the opposite of what he expected to hear. "You remember the taste... The times you and your mother spent together; you can remember her because I can't." The young man was silent completely forgot about the girl's illness. "You know, if I had a chance to choose between remembering and not? Even though my past is painful and bitter, I will still want to remember it. I would prefer to treasure those moments than think of the pain it caused me. You're lucky, Luther. You're so lucky because you have the ability to remember. So I hope you don't use the bitterness of your past as an excuse to want to forget everything, because there are people like me who would tr

"Nina... I know Javier is there. I just want five minutes. I won't force her to come home. I only want to talk." Nina lowered the receiver slightly and looked at Javier. "It's your decision." ​Javier lowered her eyes. A part of her desperately wanted to hear his voice. She wanted to ask him why—why he had forgotten their anniversary, why he had chosen Camille, and why he hadn't noticed how much pain she was in. ​But another, wounded part of her heart remembered the empty dining table, the melting cake, and the lonely night she had spent waiting in the dark.

“I’m begging you, please. Just… let me go. I will forgive you… forget this ever happened, go back to my family and never cross paths with you-“ His fingers dug into my clit as I bit back a scream. His grip tightened, and I could see the sick pleasure flicker in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you can bargain with me, ptichka? You think forgiveness is something I crave? Fuck forgiveness. Fuck your hollow promises. You think I want to be forgotten?” Pale blue eyes glimmered psychotically. “No. No, you don’t get to forget me. You don’t get to erase me like some bad fucking dream you wake up from. I will etch myself into you, deep. Burn you from the inside out

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

Only consumption. Let him in. The thought is horrifying. Suicidal. Necessary. I don’t fight the breach. I open the door. Not to the prison. To the memory . The deepest vault. Not of pain. Of before . Sunlight through oak leaves. His laugh. Rough hands gentle on my skin. The smell of earth and him. Love. I wrap the psychic invitation in it. Like poisonous honey. Remember? Remember us?