Made to Forget

Made to Forget

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As far as she knows, Addie is your average, run-of-the-mill (albeit, slightly cynical) college sophomore. Sure, she may have spent her whole life in foster care, but she's doing her best to move up in the world. She's getting there. But then Auden shows up with his striking sea-green eyes, ridiculously infatuating dimple, and this strange ability to incite a complete mental shut-down in Addie's muddled brain. Immediately, she feels a connection with this total stranger and, on top of that, finds herself wholly trusting of him too. She can't explain it. It doesn't feel normal. It feels more than that, it feels natural. And then he explains why. Experience Addie's journey as she searches for her true self, recaptures stolen memories, and delves into a foreign, magical world that she once called home. ******* Excerpt: He brings an old box down from the top shelf and moves to lay it on the bed. Before he opens it, he glances at me and takes a deep breath. "This is a collection of items I brought with me from Sol-the things that I thought would help jog your memory the most." I move eagerly to the bed, curious of what treasures from my past the box holds. As he pulls off the lid, I notice a photograph right away. Gorgeous teal eyes stare back at me and, despite the fact that the face in the picture belongs to a kid of no more than eleven or twelve, I can instantly recognize him as Auden. He has a huge, laughing smile on his face. A girl of a similar age appears next to him in the photograph. Her eyes are closed and she is in the process of pressing a kiss to his cheek. Her arms are around his neck and, despite their young age, it is obvious that she absolutely adores the boy before her. Even without seeing her whole face, I can tell that the girl is me.
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She went to her room and locked herself inside the room. She slowly sat down and started crying, ''why does this always happen to me?" she said while putting her fingers in hairs. "I hate myself," she said, crying. Just then she got up and grabbed her sharp nail trimmer "I will end this" she said and almost cut off her vein, when she heard a very strange whisper. "Hey don't young Lady killing yourself is a sin" she turned and the nail trimmer fell off her hand. "Who is it?" she said but the voice did not come back, she looked inside the mirror she brought from her deceased relative. She watched her eyes, it was like her own reflection was looking at her, just than she felt her green eyes turning to electric blue, she got startled, then she turned and walked towards her bed, "It's like I am having hallucinations, can't die properly even " she said to herself and went to her bed. ****** She got up late in the morning; she didn't want to go to school. She turned to the other side of her bed. Still eyes closed she looked for a pillow but instead her hand touched something very hard, it was like a human arm, the manly odor was surrounding, first she thought she was dreaming, She hold him softly and hugged him. He was snoring faintly. She opened her eyes instantly, it was some unknown man on her bed and he was sleeping peacefully beside her, she narrowed her eyes to confirm it was indeed what she was seeing, she got up a bit while putting pressure over her arm. His light brown hair were fallen over his forehead, His broad chest was moving up and down as he breaths, when she realized that it was not dream, she got up and screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh". An ordinary love story? Think again.

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