You Don't Remember Me But I Remember You 소설 & 이야기

She seems to have forgotten who she belongs to. I will fucking remind her. I will fucking remind her who she belongs to. Fucky wait a see. Bitch.

The vehicle comes to a halt at an old cottage downtown the Engativa district, within close proximity of the El Dorado international airport. A couple of hours later she regains consciousness. Ouch! She massages her temple. Hoping her head will stop throbbing. Where am I? Everything is slow and blurry. Staring at the lucid sky through the Aluminum window of her small apartment is the last thing she remembers. The rigid surface she is laying on adds to the weariness. Her eyes open reluctantly, she looks around perplexed, and the surrounding isn't familiar. Heavy breaths elude her. No, no, no. My papa. I can’t be away from him. Her hands and legs spasm.

Talking quietly dragged Elysia Alice also designed tears, especially the lungs did not know what to say. “I… I… I think he forgot to turn off the light and just came in. Excuse me, so you just keep taking a shower and I'll come back here. " Elysia Alice said and then she rushed to the door. “Wait, you forgot this bag. Don't after does not like to the room of my work. I don't like women touching my stuff. He picked up his bag, disgruntled. “I… I will make a note next time.” Elysia Alice bowed to him and then took her bag back. The scent of pure mint returned to the girl's nose and whirled around in her chest.

"Just remember, you are their brother, not their parents." • FIN •

But before that, I remember one word that burned itself into my memory. I AM AWAKE

“Remember what I said.” I swallowed. “I know."

One word echoed in John’s mind: “Remember.

The name echoed in my mind, teasing me with the promise of a memory just out of reach. Who are you? And why can’t I remember?

“Hate me so much you can’t remember his name.” And she did

“Well, I can't forget you. Ever since I saw you, you've been on my mind.” I let out a laugh, relief filling me as I look at him. He could have just said so, there was no need to pretend to be interested in who I am when he came for Medusa and not the woman behind her. “I see, well the fantasy usually dies out when you realize I'm not what I claim to be.” I smile, this time genuinely. “Medusa is an act, it's my job. I can pretend to be anyone, make you feel special and still go and cuddle up next to my boyfriend.”