Novel & Cerita Unforgotten Love

I reply He kissed me again, deeper and deeper. And then that night I offer myself to the man I love. Even If he can't remember me, I still love him, even if it's hurt a lot. I don't know what will happen next after this but I wanna enjoy this moment as I don't know If I had a chance to be with him again.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

**The Unfinished Story** The next morning, Claire awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and pink. For a moment, she lay still, her thoughts a tangled web of past and present. The locket rested on the nightstand beside her, its weight a constant reminder of the words her grandmother had left behind—words that had stirred something deep within her. She reached for it now, running her thumb over the smooth surface, feeling the delicate engraving beneath her fingertips. *Live. Love. Forgive.* The words echoed in her mind, a mantra that felt both daunting and liberating.

I didn’t even waited for her reply and gave the phone to my brother, which made him surprise for no apparent reason. “Uhm… hi, Mom. It’s me,” Ashton said, putting it on speaker mode. “Sweetheart! Oh my good lord, I am glad you are safe! I am very glad all of you are safe. I don’t want to lose anyone of you, you all are my precious treasures, you hear me? I love you all! I will be home with your grandfather, okay? I need to go. I love you. Tell Caelin that I love her, and that she’s my princess. And Reign, I love you, my son.” Mom went full machine gun on that one, nonstop. “ I love you, Ashton.”

He looked at me “I need fresh air.” I tried to laugh but the tears are really on my eyes “I excuse myself first... Auntie.” She looked at me crying. “Came back okay” I nodded and I decided to leave. When I came out of the door, I immediately sat down and cried. He doesn't remember me anymore. but all our memories came back to me, how we met, and how we became in a relationship. I will make you remember anything, my love. Your mind may forget me but I know your heart won't.

They opened the car door and I got inside and the engine soon got started. I was looking outside of the window suddenly I remember that I haven't talked to my mom. When dad called me, that time also she didn't talk to me. I have heard that a mother cannot live away from her son but I think I am the exception in this case. She used to adore me too much but it changed on that day when she did not stop my dad from sending me away. They both pretended to love me just to get rid of me after certain time. I was lost in my memories and soon I rested my head backwards on the headrest and darkness flled up into my eyes.

It was a sight I’d never forget. I’d never forget any of it, but I did forgive him. Because loving him was so much better than hating him. My devil. My captor. My husband. My Six. The End

he repeated, whispering, the words both mantra and lament, the acknowledgment of a truth he could not escape. Adrian understood now that love without consent is hollow. That power without trust is fragile. That influence without freedom is meaningless. And for the first time, he experienced grief in its purest form-not for himself, but for the life he could never reclaim with her, the love he had never truly given, and the person she had become beyond his reach.

Asked Sophia angrily. "I did not want any trouble" She said slowly. "But at least you need to tell him Via" She said trying to persuade her. "Soph he does not love me, it was a mistake, it was all my mistake, I thought he will love me like he said he will never let me cry, but when I heard those two girls in shop, they were saying he forgot every woman next morning and that day he was intoxicate. I can throw a dollar that he has already forgotten" said Olivia sadly.

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.