U Will Remember Me For Centuries Novels & Stories

More personal. “I wish I remembered us,” I admit softly. Adrian doesn’t look surprised. “I know.” “It would make this easier.” “Not necessarily.” I frown slightly. “Why not?” “Because memory doesn’t guarantee trust.” “And lack of memory does?” “No.” “Then what does?” He studies me for a long moment. “Time.” The answer is simple. Honest. And somehow that honesty makes my chest ache. I look down briefly. “When you said you’d make me fall in love with you again…”

Good boy. " That's my favorite band! Your missing out on life here! " I yelled He smirked, " Whatever you say Princess. " I knew what playlist to play now. I tapped on the album " American Beauty/ American Psycho " " Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me, for centuries Just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries! " I sang along to the music. " Wow, also a good singer, any other hidden talents I have yet to discover? "

It did not burn. Instead, it whispered back: You were never meant to hold me forever. Only to remember… long enough to light another.

I’m planning on having so much fun that I will always remember it. This is going to be a major part of my life and I’m going to make it something I would love to look back at when I’m older. It would be so damn awesome! But I won’t rub it in their faces. They’re my best friends after all. “Oh hush! It’s not like I’d be living there forever!” I waved it off. I might not live there forever but I’m going to remember it forever! “But you are gonna be there for four freaking years! That’s a very long time.” Lucas pointed out.

They became speechless for a moment before a loud guffaw echoed around the corner of the room. Green leaves all over the place, fresh breeze of air that pushes the scents of the variety flowers in the garden to fill in my nostrils and the calm music of swaying pine tress made me feel nostalgic. A damsel in distress always stay her ass off here when she was tired and exhausted. She looks up the sky full of stars and waited until she gets better. Yeah, that’s how my life works before especially in the times when I messed up and all that I have was my cousin, Marcus. I missed him so much. I hadn’t seen him starting the day that I left home.

That was my hometown, the place I missed day and night. “Aurora, walk slowly, wait for me, don’t leave me alone again.” “In these centuries, what I owe you, I will repay with the rest of my life, with eternal life.” “I’m coming to accompany you.”

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

I muttered. I wasn't really good when it comes to getting all sympathetic and super caring, hell no, he was a fvcking dude like me. "They live somewhere in Southampton. When I break free, I will return to search for them!!" He muttered. "Are you fvcking insane??" I scowled as I stared at him. "It's been like a 1000 years since you were cursed and that should probably be like 10 generations ago, you think they will believe you?? And come to think of it, they won't even have a photograph of you because then there was no cool technology!!" I scoffed. "You are just being so hilarious!! You better wake up!!" I laughed hard.

They ruin me and everything. Everything I think I know, maybe even this moment isn't real. Who knows? Or they could even make me forget about it all. I mean, isn't that what Nicholas did to me? He took away my real memories and acted like he hadn't just made me feel like some robot that we can reprogram. I am a fucking living thing and I deserve my rights, but then, what do they know? And then, he could even be more than a hundred years old. Oh-mi-gosh. I've been living with someone is probably an age mate with my ancestors.

"Why is your phone not connecting?" Before I could answer, he continued, "Anyway, I've got the holiday prep all sorted. Anything else you want? I'll have my assistant grab it." His words triggered a memory: the year Mamie died. I'd gone home, but on Christmas Eve, I video-called him to wish him happy holidays. It took ages for him to answer; the screen was dark at first, showing only a fading ember from his cigarette. "Yeah?" he rasped. As the screen adjusted to the light, I saw he was alone on the balcony, surrounded by scattered bottles and cigarette butts. Outside, the world was alive with lights and fireworks, but that joy seemed worlds away from him.