Will You Remember Me Sarah Mclachlan Novels & Stories

said the voice, realizing something Mike apparently didn't. Sarah turned and looked directly at him. "Mike..." He turned and looked at her. "You said you couldn't remember anything about the past year." He felt a wave of heat sear his face and a single thought passed through his mind: 'Fuck.' He stood, holding his hands out. "Sarah..." he started. "Your memory is back?" "Sarah," he started again. "Let me explain." "Your fucking memory is back?" Mike fell quiet. "Please don't be upset," Danni whispered. "Mike just wanted some time alone with us-"

There was a victorious smile on her face, and she waved a yellowed diary at me. "Guess what's written inside, Nora?" she asked. She flipped the pages, rain drops splattering the yellowed pages. "March 12, 2005. Day eighteen of being sold to a club by debt collectors. Today, a man named Mr. Hart paid my ransom. He said he wanted me to be his mistress… I'm grateful he saved me, but… I have a family. I have a wonderful husband and daughter. Turns out our family's debt was because of this man. He wanted to own me, and I was foolish enough to be grateful to him!" she read.

That night, I sat alone in the guest room, wide awake, listening to them hook up across the hall. Every creak, every laugh—burned. I started scrolling through old photos and landed on one from three years ago, right after graduating Parsons. That night at the charity auction was when I met Daniel. He bought every piece I showed and said, "There's something special in your work. It reminds me of someone I once knew." Yeah. That someone? Sophie. At 3 a.m., a message popped up from Dad's doctor:

Aiden's POV Daryl Watkins inserted the straw into his drink, took a couple of sips, and his eyes lit up at once. "Oh my, you actually remembered! You remembered that I said I liked extra mocha sauce in my java chip frappe! You're the best, Bridget!" Bridget Ellison casually replied, "When have I ever forgotten anything you said?" The other people in the room also agreed loudly with her. "Alright, we all know that you remember every single thing about us!"

“Big parts of it, yeah.” Fuck me. “Will she ever remember?” His voice was quiet, hurt. “I don’t know.” “Do people usually remember?” “Truth?” “Yeah.” “They rarely recover their full memories. Most people have gaps for the rest of their lives. In Sarah’s case, all her childhood memories are intact, but her more recent memory is missing huge chunks of time, and it’s not just you. She has no memory at all of having Lemongrass as a client, for example.”

"I couldn't have done this without you." Sarah smiled, her heart full of happiness for her friend. "You deserve every bit of happiness, Melissa," she replied. Melissa continued to look at Sarah with gratitude, her heart filled with appreciation for her unwavering support. Just as she was about to express her thanks again, Richard stepped in and interrupted. "Sarah?" Richard's voice trembled as he spoke her name. He stared at Sarah in shock, his eyes narrowing as he recognized her. Memories flooded back, memories of a painful past that he had tried to forget.

Sarah is not 21 years old she is 29 years old. "I see... Can you tell me which year is this?" He asked. She frowned thinking why he is asking weird questions. "2013... Why?" "Just checking if your brain is working fine or not... Please don't mind me, it's my job" He smiled. His doubts were right, Sarah got her memories back which she lost in that accident but she has forgot what happened after that. Her brain has taken her back at that day. "Can you tell me what you remember?... I mean your last memory..."

“Oh my Goddess. Jeez.” I shrugged. “Pick.” “Fine. Shit. I will take the embarrassment of dancing instead.” We collapsed into another round of giggles, and for a brief moment. Sarah looked at me, her eyes a little more serious. “Would you rather be deeply loved but forget it all… or remember everything and never be loved again?” My soft smile faded just a little. I looked down at my fingers, twisting in the hem of my shirt. “I think… I’d want to remember,” I said after a while. “Even if it's gonna hurt.”

“What does this child look like? Since you seem so invested, you must know.” Sarah opened her mouth. “She’s—” I lifted a finger, cutting her off gently. “Ohhh,” I said, as realization dawned theatrically. “Is it my daughter you’re talking about?” The world shifted. Her breath caught. Her face drained of color so fast it was almost impressive. I straightened fully now, dropping the act like a curtain, as silence stretched between us. “You remember,” Sarah whispered. "You've regained your memories?" I smiled. “Yes,” I said simply. “I do.”

"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.