What If I Can't Forget You Pierce The Veil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Feeling better, I go to find Revna. She was fast asleep clutching her teddy tightly. I kissed her head. “Mama loves you, I whispered and left her room. The events of the night stay heavy in my mind as I shower. I felt much better as I finished showering. While drying my hair, my phone pinged with a message. I grabbed it and read through the message sent by another unregistered number. ‘Tick tock, tick tock, you’ll never get your memory back until you see the truth’

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.

"Fiona, do you have no empathy at all? Grace needs me right now. We'll cancel the wedding. I'll make it up to you another day." Tears spilled down my cheeks, smudging the makeup I had spent five hours perfecting that morning. But I still couldn't let go. The guests sat in stunned silence below the stage. Just a few minutes ago, Vincent had kissed me in front of them all. Then Grace called, and it was as if he became someone else. He had to leave. It had always been Grace. For years, her name had been like a needle wedged between us, impossible to pull out.

“Thank you, my love. So do you.” “Mmm. Flirt.” “Absolutely.” Her smile faded, just a little. “Did we win?” He nodded once. “Yeah. We did.” Her eyes searched his face. “Jade?” “Gone,” he said softly. No hesitation. No drama. Just truth. “You burned her out of the world.” Baylee’s breath hitched. Relief and grief collided in her chest. “Good.” “But,” he added quietly, “the Veil’s still… scarred. The tear’s sealed, but there’s a mark. We don’t know yet if anything can push through again.”

And something ancient and jealous looked back through the hole they’d made. Something that remembered her from another life. Another war. Another claiming. It whispered her name like it owned her. And the cost of calling her soul back became clear. It wasn’t just memory that would bleed. It was everything. Every rule. Every balance. Every forgotten god who thought they still had a claim. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. The moment they reached through the veil to pull Aria’s soul back, the sky had cracked. Not just metaphorically. Not symbolically.

I asked, gazing around at the changing forms—shadows slithering in every direction and crawling like sentient beings. I felt a chill run down my spine when he said, "This is the Veil of Forgotten Fates." "You have to pay close attention if you want to leave. If you allow it, this place will try you—break you. Do not place your trust in anyone. Not even myself. I squinted. "Why? How am I going to live if I can't trust anyone? He didn't respond right away. silently stood there, seemingly burdened by some unseen burden. At last he said something.

“Have forgotten how you guys entered the Hollowmere District and found me, risking everything to pull me out. Xander reached out to me with something they call the Hollow Song. It’s the one thing the Veil can’t fully control. It’s an unfinished aria - wild, unstable, full of sorrow - but it’s old. Older than Hollowmere, older than the Veil, but it carries the sound of what was taken, and it can unbind what was stolen.” “And that's what you sang that day?” Emma looked pale now. “Yes, I was,” Evangeline said, voice cracking. “And it hurt. It wasn’t beautiful, it was agony. But it broke the Veil’s hold on my mind, and that’s how the fifth memory fragment returned. That’s how I remembered what I

“And they know us too well.” I tilted my head. “Then maybe it’s someone who once was us.” He stilled. “Someone inside?” “Not inside,” I whispered. “Someone we buried.” His gaze hardened. “You think—” “I don’t think,” I said. “I know. The Veil never dies. They just wait for you to forget them.” We stood there in silence — the air between us thick with old ghosts and new fears. He finally said, “Then we bring the fight to them.”

Alika’s POV I should’ve forgotten him. I should’ve forgotten everything—the manor, the blood-stained veil, the promises whispered through broken mirrors. That was the cost. That was the deal. But as the purple fire devoured him, and his voice said, “My love is stronger than fate”, I felt something burn into the deepest part of me. Not pain. Not grief. Something else. Something forbidden to remain. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in an open field.

Not of Black Veil. Of myself. Because I had discovered that I could hear every memory stored inside the system. I could control them. Erase them. Restore them. And if I lost control, I could destroy minds. So I chose to forget. I chose to become ordinary. I chose to forget my daughter. I opened my eyes. Lucien was holding my face. “Where did you go?” “I remembered.” His eyes searched mine. “What?” “The truth.” “What truth?” “I was never afraid of Sovereign.”