All Chapters of MY LONG LOST LOVE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 50The Memory He Was Afraid OfMIYAKAFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe.My father stood on the other side of the tunnel, older than the man I remembered, thinner than the man who had carried me on his shoulders when I was little, but unmistakably him.The same eyes.The same hands.The same small scar above his eyebrow that I used to touch whenever I was five and wanted to make sure he was really there.Except those eyes weren't looking at me the way a father's eyes should look at his daughter.They were afraid.Not afraid that someone would hurt me.Afraid of me.I felt something inside my chest collapse."You."The word came out so quietly that even I almost didn't hear it.My father didn't answer.He simply looked at me.And somehow that hurt more than if he had denied being there.All those years.All those nights when I had cried because I believed he was gone.All those questions I had buried because everyone told me that some answers were better left alone.He had

CHAPTER 52The Man I Was Told to FearMIYAKAI couldn't move.The man standing in front of me looked nothing like the monster my memories had created.That was the first thing that frightened me.I had spent years imagining the people responsible for everything that happened to me as faceless shadows. Men in dark coats. Strangers in black cars. Voices behind doors.But Cassian wasn't a shadow.He was standing right in front of me.Alive.Calm.Almost painfully familiar.His dark hair was damp from the rain beginning to fall through the trees. His face had changed with age, but there was something about his eyes that made my stomach twist.I had seen those eyes before.Not in photographs.Not in dreams.In a memory.A little girl sitting on a motorcycle.A man's hands steadying her shoulders.His voice telling her not to be afraid.Don't be afraid of speed, Aria.I took a step backward.Moises immediately moved in front of me."Cassian."The man's expression barely changed."So you rem

CHAPTER 54The Boy I Thought I LostMIYAKAFor several seconds, nobody moved.I could hear the rain beginning to fall harder through the trees, each drop striking the leaves with a soft, relentless rhythm, but somehow that sound felt impossibly far away. The photograph was still in my hands, its edges digging into my fingers because I was holding it so tightly that they had begun to hurt.Adrian's words kept repeating inside my head.The boy you saved was Moises.I looked at him.Then at Moises.Then back at the photograph.The boy standing beside me in the picture was small, his face partially turned away from the camera, but something about the shape of his shoulders, the way he held himself, even the tiny scar near his wrist made something inside me ache with recognition.Moises.My Moises.The boy who had stolen mangoes from my plate.The boy who used to sit beside me beneath the tree when I was upset.The boy who had once promised me that if we ever got separated, he would find m

CHAPTER 56The Girl in the PhotographMIYAKAFor several seconds, nobody moved.The photograph lay on the dusty floor between us, its edges stained dark with something that looked too much like blood, and yet I couldn't make myself look away.My face was in it.Not the face I saw every morning in the mirror. Not the woman I had become after years of racing, running from memories I couldn't name and feelings I refused to understand.A child.A little girl with tangled hair, scraped knees, frightened eyes, and a dress I remembered only because my mother had sewn a tiny white flower onto the collar.Me.My stomach twisted."No."The word came out so quietly that I wasn't even sure anyone heard it.Jason was still crouched beside the photograph. His hand hovered over it, trembling slightly, as if touching it again might somehow make the image change.Moises stood behind him.I could feel him without looking.That had always been the strange thing about him. Even after all the years apart,

CHAPTER 58Beneath the FloorMIYAKAFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe.The man's words didn't make sense.They couldn't.Livia wasn't underneath me.She couldn't be.I had never met her.I had never known her.I had never—Come find me.My fingers went cold.The memory of a little girl beneath the mango tree returned with such force that I almost lost my balance.Blue ribbon.Small hands.A metal key.If they ever make you forget me… come find me.I stared at the man standing at the end of the hallway."Who are you?"My voice sounded distant.Almost like it belonged to someone else.The man didn't answer immediately.He looked at me with an expression I couldn't understand.There