Will You Remember Me Sarah Mclachlan Novels & Stories

Her mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. "When, Sarah?" "I don't know." The admission came out barely above a whisper. "I don't remember." Something cold settled in my chest. Not anger or hurt, but a deep, bone-deep sadness. This was my good friend. My best friend, the person who used to laugh until she snorted when we watched terrible horror movies together in a distant old life, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt proud of herself without comparing it to my life. Was that how Sarah felt in my first life as well? Had I been so oblivious that I did not see it?

"Sara..." Her name lingered in the air, a soft whisper that only I could hear. I closed my eyes, the memories flooding back—her laughter, her smile, the warmth of her touch. I still remembered the way her voice had sounded when she called my name, the way she looked at me like I was the only person in the room. It all felt like a dream, one I wasn’t ready to let go of.

Selena's POV “You have to tell me the truth, Lena, or I'll gouge your eyes out,” Sarah was saying, jumping off and on my bed like an irritated five-year-old. I rolled my eyes and snuggled closely on the bed. I wanted to find a little peace. To remember how wonderful I had felt when his lips had brushed mine… no, I needed to forget actually. But I would not be doing either of those. Sarah yanked my arm and I hissed as my body turned to face her.

“Of course you'd say that. And maybe before I'd have been naive enough to believe that but not anymore.” “Hmm. I understand, Ma’am.” Sarah said, but came forward anyway. It was obvious she wasn't going to leave till she had eaten and taken her medication. And there was no need to take Steven’s sins out on her. She was only doing her job. Maybe it was for the best that she didn't have all her memories yet because how would it hurt then? Sarah watched her pick at her plate for ten minutes before saying, “May I speak freely, Ma’am?”

ARLENE I had opened my mouth to say something amusing in response to Liam’s bold assumption that Mirela would give up anything so easily, but the voice I heard did a great job of making me lose my train of thought. I turned around with a surprised look to meet the glaring eyes of Sarah. “Sarah… what… what are you doing here?” I stammered as memories I had been doing my best to keep buried rose to the surface. “Step away from Liam. He’s mine, and I don’t like how you’re getting too cozy with him.”

“Call Rafe, I need him to find out everything you can about my wife from—” “You mean Medusa.” Hunter corrects me. “Yes, Medusa.”

God have to help me here. We reached home half an hour later. I remained silent. It was a heart breaking day, my mind started recollecting the horrible incident that happened on that day that took back my best friend Robert and Maanvi. I remembered our days spend together. Finally, my thoughts took me to Allen. I longed to hear her voice. Breaking my silence after an hour, I took my phone and searched the call history then I contacted the sister who is taking care of the children in orphanage.

A voice suddenly echoed around her. Sarah was now in difficulty. "Whose voice is this?" She thought. "She lost all her memory along with Niall's. Believe, me Sarah loved Niall." The same voice echoed again. "I loved Niall?" She thought in her unconscious state. Once again she looked at the man sitting on the rock beside him and suddenly his face became to appear clear. Soon Sarah realised who this man was and she whispered, “Mr Niall?!” She opened her eyes and was welcomed by a bright light. Covering her eyes with the back of her right hand she heard a doctor approaching her.

My legs ached from standing all night, robbed of sleep by a grief too loud to silence. Every year, I mourn her. It’s not just remembrance—it’s a ritual. My way of clinging to a piece of me that died with her, even though all I ever wanted was to let go. To become someone else. Someone unrecognizable. Someone new. Sometimes, I wonder if my father still remembers. Does he still think about the day his first wife died? The day everything changed? Does he remember me? A soft scoff escaped my lips as I shut the box and locked it, tucking it deep into the cupboard until next year.

A swim would do her good. However, even as she tried to use that as an escape valve, she couldn't stop thinking that maybe she was about to lose that game. "Well, at least you're quiet," an unfamiliar voice sounds from behind the pool, The redhead gives a shout before turning to see who it is. It was Isabella Philips. "What are you doing here?! How did you get here?" Maxmilian and Maxwell's mother just laughs. "I always knew where you live, Michelle. I don't understand the astonishment."