Unforgotten Love Novels & Stories

“I should have fought for us. For you. I don’t want to lose you again.” Amara froze, her fingers clutching the soft edge of her mother’s blanket as though it could anchor her amidst the tidal wave of emotions crashing around her. Part of her wanted to reach out, to let the comfort of familiarity seep into her bones, to allow the memories of laughter, shared dreams, and late-night whispers to wash over the lingering shadows. Yet another part recoiled, an instinctual guard raised by years of heartbreak, betrayal, and the quiet knowledge that love, once fractured, could never be patched by mere words. Forgiveness could be granted, perhaps even without question, but love, real, unfaltering love,

Unforgiveness a chain he couldn’t break. Isabel’s delusion that she would ever be a part of their lives again her promise to return when she was out was a lie. And Adrian knew it. He knew that his heart was dead, despite the life he had built. Five years had passed, and there was no end in sight. Only the memory of a family lost, and the man who could never forgive himself.

Fearing. "You must forget them." The Forgotten One says simply. "Your mates. Your family. Your love. You return to life. You live your mortal years. You die naturally. Immune to the Absolute because you forgot why you wanted to live. Forgot who you loved. Forgot what made you desperate. You become immune through amnesia. Protected through forgetting. Free through loss." Horror crashes through my fading consciousness. "I have to forget my family? My mates? My Luna? My Hope? Everyone I love? That's the price?"

he spat. I took a deep breath before wiping his tears out. "I love you but I'm choosing my family over you..." I told him honestly. My family is much more important than the person I couldn't remember. "I was separated from them for a long time and I don't want to experience that again. You understand me, right?" I continued. He shook his head before pulling me on his chest. Caging me in his warmth tightly. "Please, Baby. Don't do this to me. Please… I'm begging you, Aly. Please don't do this to me again." He begged between his sobs and hugs.

"You have been nothing but a good best friend to me, Ravnal. You do not deserve to be hurt. I do not deserve your love." "But you are the only woman I have loved in my whole life, Nathrelya. God knows how much I love you. But no..." He shook his head. "Do not worry, babe. I am not asking you to love me back. I am not asking anything. I am not blaming you for all of this. This is my decision. I chose this. I chose to be hurt. I chose to walk in a thread. I chose to fool myself. I chose to love you. I fucking chose you. You should never feel sorry."

I coldly told him. He slowly unclasped his hand from me, “Schina…” I heard him call when I was walking away. “Do you still love me?” “I… I don’t love you anymore so please… forget me,” I beg as I continued walking. ---

Nobody knows the pain that comes with your mother telling you that she regrets bringing you into the world and that she should have killed me. Mother took out the anger she had against my father on me. Yes, I was the son of the man who ripped her heart out of her chip chest, but what was my fault in it? I did not ask to be the living symbol of their broken love nor did I ask to be born, yet l was punished for simply being alive. With all the beatings and hate given to me, I couldn't help but also develop hate for the man who fathered and discarded me.

“Watch your mouth, girl; do you even know who you're speaking to? Do you think I’ve forgotten your father? Don't I miss him? Don't I feel his absence? Doesn't this house feel empty without him? Do you think you're the only one who is saddened by his loss, not me? No, he was my husband, and no one possibly miss him more than I do. I always sense his absence and will continue to do so, which no one can fill. I understand that he was your father, and your love for him was deep, but you are forgetting that what is gone can never return, and what is with you, you will also lose him.” “People Change throughout time, and forgiveness is what makes a person great. He deserves a second Chance since he

Charlotte could feel the blush rising on her face, “Same,’ she replied, saying her goodbyes she walked out of the café and took a massive breath of fresh air. Once she managed to get a grip on the blaze in the pit of her belly she walked back to her car. Reaching into her pocket for her car keys she put her hand on something else. Charlotte pulled out a card, a small white envelope that had ‘OPEN ME’ scrawled across it. Charlotte cautiously opened the envelope; inside was a note. There was a poem written on the piece of paper, it read; ‘The love is bitter, unforgotten and deep, But he has promises to keep,

Yet they never looked in the right direction. Never saw him. Never realized. Ama felt tears form. Because the tragedy wasn't neglect. It was failure. A heartbreaking failure. The Witness whispered: “We forgot that forgetting was possible.” Silence. The sentence echoed across eternity. How do you protect someone from being forgotten… If forgetting has never existed before? How do you search for someone… When the act of losing them erases the memory that they are missing? Aurel's eye widened slightly. The anger Ama expected never came.