A Glimpse Of Our Memories

A Glimpse Of Our Memories

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Everything has a price to pay. The city of Argon, the city of wonders. Amazing structures, advanced technologies. Its clearly the world's dream city. But it has a price to pay. And that is shitloads of money. But theres a way to get money without working. And that is selling something important. And that is memories; human memories. Elizabeth Clarke, a top student and part of the scholarship in Argon High, one of the highest schools in the world. The only student without a silverspoon in the mouth. So she has troubles with socialising with everyone. But thats a good help. She has a bad habit of something thats never meant to be done. She constantly sells her memories, even important ones just to help her bedridden father. Fate always finds ways. She meets people in her life, and tries to get close to her. Elizabeth struggles in socializing and trusting people, even the ones willing to be friends with her. But then, somehow they make amazing memories to each other... but thats exactly the problem. Should she forget to pay? Or remember to let someone pass away?
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"I love you," Johnny murmured, clutching my wrist to the point I could not pull away no matter how much I tried. "Stop it," I snapped, "Stop saying that!" "But I do, I love you, I want you, I need you to remember," He was pleading now. "Stop, quit pretending-" "There is no pretending," Johnny said with absolute clarity. "I love you and I will love you until the day I die. You don't remember now, but you used to love me too Rosey. And I will love you until you love me again, even after I die, and if there is a life after this I will love you then, too." I stared at him as he poured his heart out; he was moving away, for once he wasn't trying to get me to love him. I was doing it myself. "Will you ever give up on this?" I asked. Johnny shrugged, "Someday, I suppose I'll give up, and sit in a rocking chair. But I'll probably be rocking fast, because I don't know what I'll do without you." ----------- Rosemarie Curtis' story has seemed to come to an end. Everything is lost. Nobody can forget. Nothing is the same. Now the gang seems to have to wrestle the past, rebuild on the ruins inside them. But sometimes life has a twisted way of bringing back something you've lost. For Rosemarie's story is just beginning. But there was no way the gang could scrape the earth clean, and keep thinking they could start again. Because even though Rosemarie is alive, her memories of the past are gone. Her mind had left them; she has now gone wild and wary. She remembers no feeling, no hurt, and no loving. Johnny must cope with losing his only love, while her thoughts swim between them, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and he fishes for them, dangling his own memories like bait and lures. But how can you love someone you don't remember loving? How can you remember something you don't want to remember? And how can the gang hold together when everything has fallen apart?

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