"Where the Silence Speaks"
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Emily stood in the garden again — the same one from the locket. But this time, everything was more vivid. The scent of wet earth, the warmth of sun on her face, the rustle of leaves swaying like they remembered something too.
She took a step forward. No one noticed her.
A picnic blanket lay stretched under a tall fig tree. Children ran past, their laughter echoing like wind chimes. And then — him.
Ryan.
He was sitting cross-legged on the blanket, a journal open in his lap, pen twirling between thoughtful fingers. His face held a kind of peace Emily had only read about in books — like he’d made peace with the world by loving it silently.
Then, softly, he began to speak.
> “A poem is just a wound stitched with soft words,” he said to no one in particular.
“Sometimes I write them so I don’t forget… sometimes so someone else won’t.”
Emily’s chest tightened. She wanted to speak — to tell him she was there, that she’d found him. But memory didn’t work like that. She was only a guest, a ghost to the past.
Suddenly, the sky in the memory flickered. The light dimmed — like a candle being blown out in slow motion.
Emily staggered. A sharp, cold presence brushed past her.
Someone else had entered.
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Yesss let's keep going — we’re about to enter that emotional-mystery zone where your readers will cling to every word
Picking up from the memory shift:
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Emily’s breath caught in her throat.
Something — someone — had brushed against her. Cold. Unfamiliar. It didn’t belong to Ryan. It didn’t belong to her either.
The memory flickered again. Ryan’s image blurred at the edges, his voice dimming like an old recording running out of tape.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t fade—”
> “You’re not supposed to be here,” a voice said behind her.
Emily turned.
There, half-formed in the memory, stood a figure cloaked in shadows. Not completely visible — but real enough to cast doubt. His eyes shimmered like broken glass.
“Who are you?” Emily asked, though her voice was barely a whisper in the past.
The figure tilted his head. “A keeper, like you. But I’ve been here longer.”
Before she could speak again, the garden cracked — like glass beneath her feet — and the memory shattered, dragging her out like a wave snapping back into the sea.
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Back in the Present...
Emily woke with a gasp, hand still clutched around the locket. Her heartbeat was in her ears.
She had felt him. Not Ryan.
Someone else was inside the locket’s memories. And he didn’t want her there.
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The memory keeper PART 1
Romance"When Emily discovers she can absorb and relive people's memories through touch, she's overwhelmed by that until she falls in love with Ryan whose memory she was reliving but struggles to reconcile her feelings with the of their situation. Reliving...
