Weep Not For The Memories Novels & Stories

Driving up the ridge she felt more alone then ever. She had made this drive a million times over yet, today it felt like she was in someone else’s life. The curves of the road, the tree line, the gravel drive way to her home; it all felt different. She had spent so much of the past few weeks in tears. Jess felt them building up even now as she prepared to walk into the home where Trevor and her had built so many memories. “No. Don’t cry.” She took a deep breath and walked into the quiet house. Her phone notification went off and she about jumped out of her skin.

I dissolved into quiet cries. Stacy wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me to her. I grabbed her shirt and cried into her shoulder. My heart felt like it was tearing into pieces. Whatever was left of it. Taking a deep breath, I let go of Stacy and stood up. I felt weak but I needed to move. Walking over to the wall of windows, I looked out over the stormy street. Every time my chest rose and fell, it hurt but I was able to hold back the flow of tears. After a while, Dr. Walters put down his pen. “This is an interesting addition to my research. I hadn’t come across a medically induced memory loss. It explains why your subconscious knew and was happily willing to provide the memories

I tell him while feeling my temper rise at the thought of it. “I know you never would intentionally do anything to hurt anyone but at the same time in situations like these we aren’t the best judge of character when our heads not clear.” He says and he’s right. “Look man, I just want you to be able to ease her into this if she is gonna be here for the long haul. I don’t want you doing something that’s going to scare her away.” He says and with that he turns back to the computer and leaves me to stand there and think. Mac has been my best friend since I can remember. He knows me and he knows how I am especially when it comes to this type of deal. It’s probably for the best that I go home and

She picked up the cooler to pack to the kitchen, and she saw a note under it. “I am sorry I have to do this, Tasha. I enjoy every moment with you, and I wished I can stay with you forever. Thank you for your kindness and the smile you always offer. I want to follow your advice, so I will find peace and I can claim what is mine. I love everything about you, and I wish you will continue to smile till we meet again. But please don’t force yourself to cry if you don’t feel like…” “Cry when necessary. Eat, sleep, and enjoy your life in any way you can. If you hear my whisper at the Karaoke, what I said is true…”

"Well, wrong move, Beamon. There's no antidote. Swan created that memory loss pill, and she'll completely forget you. She's never getting back with you!" Beamon's eyes widened in shock. "No! That's impossible!" he bellowed in disbelief. But Anja responded with a smug smile. "I'm not lying. Swan has already forgotten you."

She remembered the laughter, the quiet mornings, the soft kisses that tasted like promises. But now those memories felt like ash. Still warm but cold to the touch. She parked in the designated spot. Her hands trembled slightly as she turned off the engine. She stepped out, and as her feet touched the ground the air outside was crisp, the kind that threatened to steal the warmth from your skin. Then a wave of memories washed over her. From the sweetest to the most painful. Each memory felt vivid and distracting. But Raellyn took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and walked forward, just as she always had. Each step forward felt like a descent into a forgotten chapter. The door loomed befor

"Aurora - if that's really your name. We left. All of us. We talked yesterday after you fell asleep. Compared notes. Realized something was off. Every day we wake up not remembering you but believing your story. Every day we fall in love with a stranger. Every day we accept this insane situation. That's not normal. That's not right. That's manipulation. We think you're manipulating us. Using some power. Some magic. Some control. Making us love you. Making us believe you. Making us forget at midnight so we can never compare notes, never question, never realize. We left to break free. Don't look for us. Don't follow us. Leave us alone. We want our real lives back. Our real memories. Our real c

“Enough. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But you won’t get another chance. Mr. Wilson, come in!” A man in a white lab coat walked into the room, holding a strange-looking pocket watch. His expression was serious and focused. Without a word, he bowed respectfully to my parents and to Steve. Ben’s voice was cold. “Start the procedure. Extract her memories immediately. I want to know where Emily went.” “Yes, sir,” Mr. Wilson replied without hesitation. He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve.

"Lucy, you know that when you do CPR right, it can actually break someone's ribs. I'm giving you thirty seconds. If you don't open your eyes and get up, I'm going to start." The crowd was not just reporters, lots of curious onlookers had gathered too. One of them recognized internet star Lucy and whipped out their phone to start live streaming. Lucy was even more scared to open her eyes. Tania just shrugged, like she did not care, and reached down to press on Lucy's chest. The second her hand touched Lucy's sternum, Lucy's eyes flew open. She looked around, confused. "Where am I? What happened?" She was pretending to have lost her memory.

Too late for the person I’ve become. I’m enjoying the sight up here. Alone, tempest, free. The moment I jump, no one will ever remember me. No Raina Joaquin will jog their memory. That’s the point of living in a lie. So for the last time, I took my breath and I finally jumped off. I felt the rushing cold wind against