Weep Not For The Memories Novels & Stories

POV: Echo Focusing on what I can remember of today, I play through it from the time I wake up until my memories just stop. Unfortunately, I don’t remember anything from the time I set my fork down and leaned back in my seat. Tala sighs and begins to fill the blanks in my memories with her own. I cringe when I hear myself share far, far more than I ever wanted any of them to ever know, and tremble at the sound of the wolves growling. Tala immediately drops the memory and pushes away the memories of various traumatic events before they can take hold again.

Blue wave apartment. Amy and Tut ate their breakfast and sat on the sofa. Amy had an glowing eyes ,the eagerness to listen to his past story .So She looked at him innocently. "First condition if I want to tell you my past then you need to tell me yours." Eventhough tutt can access through her knowledge but he can't access through her memory. Memory of the certain person is like their treasure so no matter how strong tutt can be he can't access through it without that person's permission as well as it is also a dangerous attempt .

Before this table. Something I don’t yet understand, but that my body recognizes. And that look. That look she gives me unwittingly. Like a burn. Like a memory. A flash runs through me. A dim light. Rumpled sheets. Warm skin. A name whispered in the shadows. But everything is blurry. Distant. Like drowned underwater. I furrow my brows. Why is this memory so blurry? Why is it coming back now? Lucas breaks the moment. — And your car, Alexandre? How are you recovering from your accident two months ago?

The girl spoke softly. "You tried." Silence. The First Memory's hands trembled. The Seven stared in disbelief. The little girl smiled again. "Stories that are forgotten eventually die." A pause. "But we never existed." The words chilled reality. The girl pointed toward Nova. "And now she remembers." Memories exploded inside Nova. Not memories. Anti-memories. Things that had been removed from existence. Things erased before they could become real. Possibilities abandoned. Worlds rejected. Lives never lived.

I continued down the list, marveling at the darker utility assets: > [Memory Blur Card — 1,005,000 IP] > Description: Allows the Host to selectively obscure or corrupt a specific recent memory from the target's mind. The targeted memory decays into a vague, unconvincing dream-like sequence over a six-hour period. > My eyes widened in absolute awe. "Unbelievable," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. That single card offered ultimate insurance against exposure. If a target ever began to piece together the threads of my deception, a single activation could sanitize the entire breach without leaving a trace of psychological trauma or physical evidence.

Khanza's eyebrows rose and she shook her head. "I just remember when I went into the room with Kenzo—but, I still keep the door wide open, really! Then, my room was already a mess because of Ven, who was nervous and mad because I hadn't come home yet, then my left chest hurt. After that, I don't remember anything else, Bro."

"You're... destroying the record..." "I’m clearing the ledger," I rasped, dragging the ghost of a King into the center of the collapse. The void beneath us groaned. Not a door opening, but a world being deleted. I reached for Leo, my stone fingers fisting into his peacoat. "We're going home, baby," I whispered. "And this time, we're taking the memories with us." The Second Prime lunged, his hand of shifting smoke reaching for my neck. But out of the shadows of the broken mirrors, a new signal flared—a white icon, cold and ancient.

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?

###A few Years Back ### “Are you sure that you want me to remove your memories, Arya ? Removing the memories and forgetting won’t take the pain away . Not remembering losing your child won’t take the loss away and forgetting what you went through won’t change the fact that you still went through it …are you really sure that you want me to do this? “ I couldn’t trust my words as I made up my mind ,wiped all of the tears from my eyes and nodded my head yes to Freya .

"Remain sure that every wound that is there, will dry by itself. But, even though time has passed, human memories will never fade. Even with all my might try to forget those memories..." "Memories will continue to rush over to me!"