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"Every fiber of my being aches for you, and I find myself yearning for you with each passing day. I wish you hadn't left this world, but I understand that God knows better. I will hold onto the memories we shared, clinging to them as if they were lifelines, for they are all I have left of you." Tears welled up in my eyes as I closed them, allowing the flood of memories to wash over me once more. I could almost feel Ethan's gentle touch caressing my cheek, wiping away my tears of sorrow. His voice echoed in my mind, the timbre of it both comforting and haunting.

I halted upon hearing him. "You're not recovering but running away from your past like a coward, Aana. You came to know that your past is like a trigger to your panic attacks. That's why you stopped thinking about it but it's not a solution Aana. You hadn't lost your memory. If you think that you can control your mind and will never remember your past again then you're wrong. Leave everything, a simple darkness reminds you of your past." a lone tear escaped from my eyes upon hearing him.

She takes a deep breath, before continuing. "When I saw the DVD... and found out that it actually happened..." She shrugs. "And I couldn't remember it!" She starts crying again. "How could he have done that? Give me the greatest afternoon of my life, and then die, without leaving me any memory of it?" She stops again to brush tears from her cheeks. Susan squeezes her shoulder reassuringly.

“You know, if you keep trying to believe in forever, and that forever shatters, the amount of pain you’ll feel is unimaginable. Your memory is blurred so you haven’t experienced what it’s like, but I’ll always remember it.” “...I understand.”

she cried, tears streaming down her face. I laughed so hard that the muscles in my stomach ached. “Listen to me and hear me well. I’ll come for you, but it won’t be to whisk you off into the sunset. When I find you again—it’s not a matter of if—I will end you and everyone else around you.”

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as he waited for me to do something. Suddenly memories of my mother drinking resurfaced from the depths of my mind. These memories were more painful than I remembered them to be, as they brought to light all the horrible moments of her abusing me while she was drunk. Every thought of it sent a chill down my spine and I could feel goosebumps all over. I had my hand in my lap, slowly nibbling on my lower lip, feeling the tears start to well up in my eyes once again as Adam spoke. “You’re crying again.”

I tried to forget what happened last night, but no matter how I struggle to set aside those hurtful memories, they will pop up into my head, and I will feel the pain again. I got inside the bathroom and took a shower, and the cold water makes me feel a little better. I already promised myself that I would never cry, but while I am putting shampoo in my hair, I couldn't stop myself from crying as I remember the pain Ashton had caused me. I finished my bath quickly because I wanted to go home and talk with my brother. He needs to tell me the truth, or I will forever hate him for not telling me about what happened with him and Isabelle.

I shook my head, imagining my father's expression. "Since we vampires have photogenic memory since the time we are born, I can still remember his face. White as a sheet with shock and fear. He had scrambled back from my mother when she tried to show me to him. I can still hear her painful sobs as she cried herself to sleep that night." My fists clenched. I will never forget how she had murmured in the darkness and silence of the chamber, "Today was supposed to be the happiest day. How did this happen?" I had felt her trembling hands on my cheeks. She can't cry, neither of us can but I can still hear her broken tearless cries.

How could the people I loved and trusted the most betray me in such a horrifying way? Tears streamed down my face as memories, long locked away, flooded my mind. The echoes of my past torment reverberated through my every thought. I had pushed those memories deep into the recesses of my consciousness, burying them beneath layers of denial and self-preservation. But now, the floodgates had been opened, and I couldn't escape the pain that washed over me.

The message seemed to mock me, leaving me silenced and suffering. As I lay on the couch, memories of the good times with Ava came flooding back, a bittersweet reminder of what we once had. My mind wandered through the highlights of our relationship, the laughter, the adventures, the quiet moments of connection. The nostalgia was overwhelming, a painful longing for what could never be again.