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Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

even notice.” She said. “Its obvious you have some form of amnesia, but I’m not surprised you remember non-personal stuff. It means that there are some things that your mind still remembers.” ‘Maybe she isn’t retaining those memories, maybe those memories have been put in her mind.’ I thought to myself, unsure of what to think. I looked around the kitchen. “Try to name as many things as you can. The mental stimulation might bring some memories back.” I said with a small smile. She began looking around the kitchen and naming as many things as she could. She was able to name just about everything she saw, but still no memories appeared in her head. I could hear the bubbling of the water in the pot. I turned to the stove and poured in the soup mix, stirring it around with a ladle. “When the power returns, we should probably call an ambulance for you. Plus maybe they can help you regain your memory.” I said as she hungrily drank her soup. “Marcus, maybe I shouldn’t remember.” She said as I poured her a bowl of soup. I turned around, seeing that her smile was replaced with a look of sadness. “You found me stumbling through the snow and coated in blood. Maybe it would be best if I don’t remember.” She said. Filled with a deep sense of caring and protectiveness, I set down the bowl of soup in front of her and placed my hand on her cheek. Her skin was so soft and smooth, I wanted to kiss her right then and there. “Don’t worry. If you feel that you don’t want to remember, we won’t ... talk about it.” I said. She held onto my hand, brushing it against her cheek like a cat seeking affection. ‘No two strangers can get along this well in less than ten minutes. She really is Angel.’ I thought to myself. The lights suddenly came on; the power was back. I walked over the phone and put it to my ear, but there was no dial tone. The phone lines must have been more heavily damaged than the power lines. I turned to Angel as she walked over and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Come on, I’ll start a bath for you. I wasn’t able to completely clean you up.” I said. I sat next to the bathtub, watching as it was filled with hot water while holding my hand beneath the downpour to make sure it was the right temperature. While I waited, Angel walked around the house, exploring her surroundings and simply trying to stimulate her mind. With the two of us separated, I now had a moment to truly think. This girl, she had somehow come out of nowhere, this figment of my imagination becoming a real person. Either some sort of unexplainable miracle had just taken place or my hallucinations had now reached a whole new level of depth… or maybe I really had died and this was heaven. Either way, it would be hard explaining her to my parents, and no matter what I said or did, the police would probably end up getting involved. Either I would stick to my lie and keep saying that she just appeared naked at the door asking for help, or compromise and say I just woke up with her next to me and had ...