Romans & histoires Will You Remember Me For Centuries

"Oh that's so thoughtful and good of you. Let's hope that she'll be able to find me in her memories." Because if she forget us, there's no way we will ever be free?? She's the key to us, and can only unlock us if she knew the truth. I just hope the "MEMORIES spell which I had created will work in her memory.

One century blends into the next like gray clouds in a never ending storm. There was simply no point in existing anymore. Every day was a repeat of the one before, a heavy weight of boredom and silence. Everyone I ever knew, everyone I ever shared a laugh or a meal with were gone. They are all dust and memory now. It had been centuries since Ariana died. She was the love of my life, my sun and my moon. Even though we never got back together after the terrible things I had done to her, my heart never stopped beating for her.

He’d forget where he put his pouch of petals. He’d forget the name of the tree where he first heard Mina’s story. He’d forget the sound of his mother’s laugh when she told him about Suri. “Is this normal?” he asked the elder. The elder was 118 now. Her moon looked like marble. The elder touched Em’s gray spot with a trembling hand. “Yes, baby. Memory has weight. The sky carries most of it. But the Rememberer carries the rest. That’s the deal we made 2000 years ago.”

"Do you know how desperate I am? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?" "Two days? Do you think it's very short? Ha! Are you kidding me? For me, it's as long as two centuries, okay? That's a type of fear which I don't know about the future and what lied ahead of me. I don't want to try it again in this life."

It was a nightmare! I have been coping with all the dangerous and painful whispers of the dark for quite some time already. I dream about the same thing almost every fucking night! I do not get the connection... In my dreams, I retain seeing two people. And I know for a fact that it's not a reverie. It was my memory. A memory from a hundred years ago! When I was still in the 17th century! Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead.

Of the symbol engraved on the ancient pages that someone, somewhere in the world, had dusted off with hands full of a patience that did not belong to a single man but to an obsession passed down from generation to generation like an inherited debt. They had waited four hundred years. We had to be faster than that. And as the sun continued to rise over the Crescent Forest, I understood with a clarity that no dream or vision had ever given me before that the coming war would not be won by claws and magical barriers alone. It would be won with memory. With the memory they believed they had buried forever.

Her memory stays alive for every generation that follows. Forty years. And counting. Forever and always. Loving her. Honoring her. Staying there was her request. That reason keeps me going. THE END

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

They remind me of the regret and love I am filled with, for they are the souls of the children that I will never meet. But alas my sorrow is bittersweet for on this joyous day my long life will finally be at its end. For ten centuries I have been enslaved to a curse of ill will that has robbed me of every future I thought I would have. I will never know the lives that I have helped to bring into the world or know the joy of being genuinely happy.

The familiar manly scent that travels to my nostrils which drugged my entire system. The way he talks. His baritone voice. His endearment to me. His stand. His acts. His everything. Surely, the living ghost of my past. Our world stopped on the corner of this hall. Loud drums and music adopts our silence. It was only him and me along with our racing heartbeats. Until his glittering fascinating blue eyes which used to be my favorite spot, locked to mine.