Weep Not For The Memories Novels & Stories

Justin shut his eyes as tears of anguish slipped down his face. If only he had chosen Yvonne from the very beginning. If only he had understood his own heart sooner. If only he had believed her… Endless what-ifs flooded his mind, but in the end, they all turned into the few written words in his hands: [I’m leaving. Don’t come looking for me. I don’t want you anymore.] “Yvonne!” Justin jolted upright. His face was pale and drenched in sweat. There was terror in his eyes.

How does he want me? “B-but how is that possible? Didn’t you forget everything?” Calliope asks on my behalf. “Well, not exactly. Mr Whitmore’s conditions only erase memories brought about by intense emotional stimulation that his body does not create on its own. Any memory before that remains intact.” “S-so he didn’t forget everything entirely?” “No, ma’am….if you’ll please follow me…?” Felix doesn’t let me think. He pulls me closer, tugging me along untill we stop at the door.

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

It pulsed faintly. Rowan approached cautiously. “What is that?” Senn turned slowly. “It’s a memory... that doesn’t belong to any one person. Or even any one time.” Miri’s voice trembled. “What did the Vault show you?” Senn’s eyes were wet. “The first erasure. The very first one.” --- Part II – The Memory Beyond Memory They gathered around the basin. The shard pulsed once more—and then, without warning, the Vault spoke. Not in words.

Interlude – The Dreamscape That Waits Somewhere Between Heartbeats The coma isn’t dark. It’s a half-pipe made of stormglass and memory, stretching forever under a sky that’s every sunset I ever chased with Remy. I’m fourteen again. Twin pigtails whipping in wind that smells like cedar smoke and tamales. No crown. No rings. Just me, *Sânge Furtună* under my feet, grip tape sticky with the first violet blood I ever bled. The ramp drops endless.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape 'Cause I'm not fine at all ~5 Seconds Of Summer The whole room goes silent after Lare says this and Rogue just grimace at us who are standing a bit away from him as if we are the very ghost sent to torture him before his demise. His eyes flutter and they remain close for almost a minute before they open back up and as they set on us, fear appears in them and he immediately looks away and fixes his eyes on the ceiling.

Haru said in her mind and she remembered the incident the day she was here. FLASHBACK Haru was walking while it was raining on the side of the bridge. She was not wearing slippers, and she started crying until she stopped walking. She peeked at the bridge to see how high it was and she saw water down the bridge. She suddenly smiled because of what she saw. She was sure she had drowned because she could not swim. She climbed the bridge, and she happily looked up at the sky, and she raised both her hands. She prepared herself to fall until she was about to fall, but immediately someone pulled her, which caused her to fall on top of someone who helped her. Haru angrily stood up to the top of th

Looking at him speechless, I slowly try to understand what he means. "You shouldn't forget," he stands up, holds out his hand for me to take and helps me up once I do. "We can't select the memories we want to keep. They can only fade away with time and, by the look of things, these ones are going to stay a really long time. You can only truly overcome your memories when you accept them, weaponize them."

I whisper But it is too late The memory keeps pulling Deeper Stronger Dragging us both into something I have spent my entire life trying to escape And as the flames rise higher As the screams grow louder As the past wraps around us like it never ended I realize something I should have seen coming This is not just showing him what happened It is making him feel it And if I can barely survive this memory I don’t know what it will do to him Or what it will do to us And this time I don’t know how to stop it

"To rememb'r, the hath lost mem'ries, one might not but prepareth thy self to experience teen. For nay marchpanes, art hath called if 't be true there is nay sour " [To remember the lost memories, one must prepare thy self to experience pain. For no sweets are called if there is no sour.] **** When I woke up, it was late at night. Serena is in a deep slumber as if all she is having is a sweet and nice dream. I don't have the will to wake her up. Opening my phone, I saw tons of messages from Drake. 'Good day! Don't forget to have a smile on your face. You stun the most when you smile.'