“Do you forget that I am your sister?”“No; I’ve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.”
“Leanne," he said. "I would never forget you. I'd forget who I am before I'd forget you.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Marion drew a breath. “That would be idiotic.” Her sister snapped back as if she had been slapped. “You forget yourself.” “I do not. You may be the Head of this coven but I am still your blood and I refuse to bend to you when you spew nonsense.”
“Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.”
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.― Maya Angelou”
“Maybe over time I'll forget the feel and smell and sound of him, the same way I am starting to forget Mom, but I'll never be able to forget that he should've been here.”