Why Does Nobody Remember Me Novels & Stories

"Don't you want me to remember my missing memories?" Tanner suddenly hangs up the call, long enough for me to be suspicious about him. Everyone doesn't want me to remember my missing memories apart from Norman. As far as I can remember, Justine also wants me to forget those memories and start a new life with him. Not that I want to as well, but why? Why was everyone doesn't like me to remember it?

“Oh yeah? Tell your cock and bull stories to someone else who doesn’t have a brain in their head.” “I suffer from amnesia and I can't remember you. Well then how can I remember my father, mother, even minute details about my childhood?”

"I don't give a fuck... I am sure you have heard about the Equality!" He mocked. "I don't know!" She leaned back on the sofa. "I don't remember being with any man..." "Why you don't know?" Dom asked again. "We are not going further until and unless you answer this question." "Because I have lost my memory!" Grace huffed. "I don't remember anything... Nothing!" She shrugged. "Not even single second till last year... And that's why i said that you can't get any insights from me because I don't know anything..."

“Don’t you remember me? You forget people easily.” Mable looked at the man in front of him and confirmed that she had no impression of him. She smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember many things. May I ask who you are?” “I’m Howard Morse. How bad is your memory that you don’t even remember me?” “Howard Morse?” Mable was slightly bewildered. She had no memory of him. Howard looked at Mable and frowned when he saw that she did not seem to be pretending. “Mable, did you lose your memory again?”

Having her by my side and not touching her felt like torture. She had been weak and wasn't eating properly, so I would wait until she was in better shape. Because the next time I made love to her, she would be all in, just like usual. “I don’t. I have no memories, remember?” The f-cking memories. I tried to convince myself that I would make her learn everything about us, and with time, she would remember me. But the truth was, I loathed this feeling. I had been a nobody in Rose's life, even when we lived continents apart. Being a nobody to her now felt like a black hole.

I fell silent; The sadness suddenly gripped me firmly that my heart was dying when I realized why my boss didn't remember me. “No! Don't make him remember me. He must forget me forever,” I said in tears. “What? But, why?” he asked, curious. “Didn't you realize why he remembered you and everything, but he didn't remember me at all?” I asked him. He furrowed his brows in thought as he continued to stare into my eyes. “It was because he wanted to forget his worst memories. His heart was suffering so much because of me that he couldn't take it anymore.”

It hurt me that I didn't have memories of him and of us spending time together. He cleared his throat as he continued. "I understand now, that it isn't easy, you not remembering anything, but there's a way I could help you get your memory back." I squeezed my brows wondering how this was possible. Doctors had tried and given up on me. I had also tried severally with the help of Abigail, surfing through the net to see if I had a strong social media presence. Maybe seeing pictures of myself and people I fraternize with would help trigger some memories. It was obvious I was a lost cause when we checked over ten social media platforms and I didn't show up in any.

I ask. "Why would a person who knows somebody else from the past have to do anything with the present? Well, why do you think a person would remember another person for so long?" Says Dane. "You remembering me for six years would mean..." I can't find a reason anywhere to explain what he means. I don't know why anyone would remember another person. Remember a person for a reason? I remember only people who are important to me. But that's just by chance. I don't know why he would remember me.

“Don’t get sad. There could be several reasons why no one has come in. Your loved ones may not know that you are missing.” “I guess. Why is it that I can’t remember anything about myself, but I can remember how to speak?” “The brain works in crazy ways. There could be several reasons. We have to run tests and find out.” “Do you think I will remember who I am eventually?” “Yes.” Dr. Clark answers. Somehow, that makes me feel better.

She'd taken a flight all the way here to my hometown to look for me, and yet, the only things she could remember were the smaller, menial events. "So, you think that I'm going to stop being angry at you just because you've already apologized to me? Is that why you came to apologize in the first place? "What about the next time you forget again? Are you going to accuse me of not telling you about my phobias or allergies again?" Bridget looked up at once. "No way! I just really forgot about them this time. I've been too busy—" "Busy with what?" She froze. I continued, "Busy getting together with your friends? Busy going for barbecues at the beach? Busy meeting up with your high school teacher