You Remember Me For Centuries 소설 & 이야기

“Stop yourself from hearing my thoughts then.” He hummed uninterested, “I can’t do that.” “You can’t, or you don’t want to?” There’s no way you’ll tell me a man that has lived centuries couldn’t have learned the simple mechanism of tuning other people’s voices out, right? He must’ve spent an awful amount of years eavesdropping on so many conversations and I’m certain some aren’t so pleasant…he didn’t listen to those too did he? “One, I’ve lived 960 years, so you should get the figure right. That also makes me a hell lot older than you, and I’d appreciate some respect while you’re at it.”

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

It would’ve been the end of it. I won’t let that happen. She’s not his to consume. She’s not even mine to protect, but I’ll do it anyway. Because when she looked at me, I saw something I haven’t seen in centuries. Recognition. Like she remembered me from another life. Like somewhere, in some dim corridor of time, we’d sat like this before. Her with a book. Me with silence wrapped around my throat like a noose. Only this time, maybe I don’t want to vanish when morning comes.

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...

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.

Not my family. Remember it Ruby. Remember.

Maybe soon, Stefan's studies will finally pay off for us. Turning my head and opening my eyes, I watch him swallow. His Adam's apple bobs at his throat. The end of this hellacious existence seems finally within reach. We've waited so long. A millennium. "It has been a long time, Felicia." I hear the hesitancy in his voice."What do I remember of that sort of love?" I reach out and pat his cheek. "You'll remember, Stefan. No matter how long ago, such things are not forgotten."

She asked in the dark looking into his eyes. “Oh, God. You remembered this time from the beginning.” He said. “What you mean I remembered this time from the beginning there’s more?” She asked extremely softly. “There’s about seven more, maybe even a few that I don’t know about. I’ve been waiting five hundred years for you to call me Mitsu again.” Matthew stated as he looked into her face. It took everything he had not to wrap his arms tightly around her, and the inner struggle that he was going through didn’t even remotely come close to the battle that he could feel within 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.”

he says. "No," she says, and her voice is very quiet. "But I know what she is." She looks at the woman in the chair and he watches her forensic genealogist's mind and her Rememberer's soul and everything she has assembled across three years of research arrive at a single conclusion simultaneously. "She is the Rememberer from three hundred years ago," Nadia says. "The one who completed the naming that transferred the fragment into my soul's line." A pause. "She should be dead."