Why Does Muichiro Forget Novels & Stories

I searched online and learned that a wound that deep could be repaired, but it would never look the same. After that, I smashed every mirror in my house and stopped going outside. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and jumped from the rooftop. After I died, my soul drifted to Trevor. I watched him pull Evelyn into his arms. When they heard I was gone, they both smiled like they had been waiting for the news. Evelyn even cooed, "Honey, you're so clever. Starving Mojo for a few days really worked. We hoped he'd kill her, but she actually survived. Now, she's dead. We can finally be together."

He ask I smile devilishly and face him "You, why are you acting like that too? Am I not allowed to act this way? I'm hurt Sylvester, I am hurt. You have amnesia that's why you can't remember me and the cold treatment you did to me is not a thing that I can ignored" I replied back to him He just stared at me and I stared at him straight to his eyes with blank expression "I'm sorry" he said "Don't say sorry, it makes me feel guilty. It's no one's fault, it's already happened so I just wish you'll be able to remember me " I said and turn away and continue to walk.

She was my best friend, and I didn't expect her to judge me like that. "You didn't have to say all that.” My voice came out shaky. I ran to my room, shutting the door behind me, trying to escape the uncomfortable situation. ~~~~~ “Do you remember their faces?” Jerry asked as soon as Sun Mi finished her narration. “I always forget their faces as soon as I wake up and the more I try to remember. The more blurry it gets.” Sun Mi replied. “Oh that's good.” Jerry said, letting out a deep breath. “Why is that good?” Sun Mi asked, confused. “You should also try to find ways to help me regain my lost memories, not making such comments. Why do I feel like you don't want me to remember my past?” She a

the doctor asked again, this time looking at Sira seriously. Sira shook her head, and smiled wryly, “No. They took me straight home. In fact, they took me straight home. Even though I really remember that the hospital didn't allow me to go home early. Because my condition and memory are not yet stable,” Sira replied, looking down. She still remembered how Mario had rudely taken her home and fought with the doctors. Because Sira was still a child, she only thought that it was her father, but over time she realized that she was a child who had lost her memory.

I ask, raising my brow in irritation. Luca takes a deep breath as I wait for him to explain further. “Chloe, I won’t force you to stay here, but if I let you go, you need to talk to Sukie about returning your memories,” he says in a calm voice, “Then you can decide who you want to spend your life with.” I fight to keep my jaw from dropping. “You’re just going to let me leave? After all this time,” I ask, skeptically. Luca stood straight, walking towards me. “I thought your memories would have come back on their own but looks like that is not happening,” he explains., “If you could remember us, you wouldn’t leave. I know it,” He proclaims, pushing a strand of my hair away from my face. Then

“Don’t tell me what to do when you clearly have the hardest time listening to anyone. Mom said to leave her alone, Lui said to leave her alone—there isn’t a guardian in the entire tower who doesn’t think it’d be better if you left her alone. She’s happy again. You don’t need to be involved. Maybe…maybe her forgetting is for the best. I know it’s not what you wanna hear but…it’s time to let go.” “She hasn’t forgotten.” “What? Don’t be ridiculous—” “No,” he said firmly. “No. I’m sick of everyone trying to tell me I don’t know what I’m seeing or what I’m doing. She didn’t have sleeping problems before; they haven’t vanished with her supposed memory. And, yesterday, I saw it in her eyes—for a sp

He was watching her die just as he had done in the memory. Her mind was cloudy. She couldn't think straight. Panic had overcome all of her senses. It was so hard to breathe. Every breath entailed a mammoth effort and involved the heaving of her injured body. But all of a sudden, a persistent ringing noise broke through the fog to reach her. It was the doorbell. As in the memory, the ghost turned his head in the direction of the noise and cursed. She cried with relief when his image suddenly vanished.

“And what do I do?” “You were studying art history before… Before your brother sent you away to Switzerland last year. After he suspected someone had caught us together.” Switzerland. More empty rooms in the mansion of my memory. My head throbs harder as I struggle to force recollection. “Stop pushing,” Elio urges me. “Moretti warned it would only make things worse. Memories might return naturally, or…” “Or never,” I finish for him. His hand finally touches mine, and the contact feels unexpectedly warm and familiar. “I’m here either way.”

They buzzed around her, promising to double their kindness to make her future bright. My heart ached as I listened. The brothers once made those same promises to me. I knew they still cared about me, but they had chosen someone else over me time and time again. I wondered how they would react if I lost my memory after the surgery. … When I stepped out of my room later, the big villa was quiet. I felt a wave of relief once I realized I was alone. I felt so much more comfortable with everyone gone. I took my time packing up my things and moving them back to the villa my grandparents had left me.