기억 소설 & 이야기

I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

*Katrina * When I arrived home I headed straight for my bed. I was too tired to shower all I could do was just remove my shoes and my pants. I was still slightly drained of energy. When I finally woke up I looked around the field and all the tall grass that I saw before was now gone. I walked back slowly to the tree line because I didn't have any energy but Shiva helped me along the way, letting me use some of her power to walk. Once I got back to the tree line I sat down and opened my backpack and started to eat because it made my stomach feel a little better. When I was done I looked at myself seeing that my clothes had burned in some spots . I ignored it and walked slowly back to the car

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

Mom asks "I have stuff to do" "Your fathers taking care of the pack for you, Jerry and Jamie are helping, the dead are buried, the prisoners are locked up until you decide what to do with them and Shannon has been put under house arrest " i look at my mom as if she has gone mad "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE PACK OR ANYONE IN IT, I JUST WANT MY MATE " i scream at her then storm out of the room, i stomp around not really knowing where I'm going, everyone stays out of my way so i spend my time following my mates scent until eventually i come to a patch of trees in the forest, there is a blood stain in the dirt and as i sniff i realise its whats left of Jonas, turning on the spot i follow the scent of

"Tell me the truth Drake, am I missing something here? Do you both know something that I don't?" Drake breathed out a smoke and looked at his waiting friend. "We have seen him before." "Who? Neal?" Kaiden asked. "Hmm." "But where? I don't remember." Kaiden said and tried to remember where he had seen the doctor before. "Do you remember the day Leo was born?" Drake asked. Kaiden sighed and nodded his head, remembering the day he would never forget. ____________

I hear my name being called and I look up seeing Laila snapping her fingers in front of my face trying desperately to pull me out of my daze. I snap out of my daydream and push back all those painful memories at the back of my conscious mind. Laila is my PA and also my other best friend since Dylan was far way taking over his father’s company. “Oh…what were you saying LyLy,” I ask her to annoy her more than she already is. She hated it when anyone called her Lyly which is my nickname for her. “Snap out of it Kira. I said your meeting will be starting in five minutes. Mr. Clement and his people are already in the conference room waiting for you.” She says angrily.

Group hug it is. Finally !

"Lily. Listen dear, I know you are optimistic. But dear, I have lots of memories with my mama here. In this house, in the garden, in the backyard. Believe me, I can still see myself playing with my mother here and there. I can still feel her presence around me. How can I leave this place? Sicily has seen me growing. This place has seen me from my first cry to my first puberty. The streets of this city have seen my rash drive, my first achievement, my first laugh. This city made me who I am. The composed, calm girl. I will never forget this city." "Myra, once we get new memories, we learn to live with them. That doesn't mean that we have forgotten our past memories. That does mean that we can

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.