A Way Back Novels & Stories

As soon as I stepped out of the airport, Alfred, my family's butler, was already waiting at the exit. He took my luggage with his usual respect. "Welcome back, Sir. Your father and mother are waiting for you at home." The black Bentley drove into the inner city. Looking at the familiar yet strangely distant streets outside the window, I once again remembered the days when I used to sketch blueprints in our rental apartment. Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown.

It was the first time I had ever been this angry. Isabel went silent, clearly shocked by my outburst. She looked at me and said, "Fine, I admit I wasn't thinking and messed up this time. Now add Miles back to the group chat and apologize to him. We'll celebrate your parents' 50th anniversary together another day, okay?" I crossed my arms. "Isabel, have you seen anyone who has a redo for a 50th wedding anniversary?"

I have never been retrieved. "You are retrieved now," Eliana said. "Yes." He turned to her, and his eyes were blue, fully blue, the blue of a dawn that had never been permitted in the dark country. "And I find that I do not know the way back. I have always known the way forward. The way into the dark. The way toward the end. I have never walked the path of return." "Then we will show you," Eva said. "The way back is not a path. It is a weave. And we know the pattern."

“Cicio, do you still love me?” His right hand found the zipper in the back and started unzip the dress. “I do, Dani.” “Undress me, yes.” He heard me cajoling and took the straps off my shoulders. “I want you, Dani.” The last piece of garments were stripped. He looked at me like something fascinating and brand new. “Love me, Dani. Let me love you.” Ciccio thrust himself into the woman in his dream, thinking he finally found the way back to me. He moaned and grunted most innocently, like a young boy making out with his first love.

Axel began, deftly catching the noisy phone before it met it's unfortunate end, "we should consider giving you a landline you can carry about instead. Tied right to your waist." I shot him a glare, daring with my angry gaze to say one more word and cross the lines. "It's a signal from one of your jets. It's currently heading towards New Zealand." He tossed the phone back after he was done looking at the screen. "The dumbo was right after all."

I thought of going back to research many times, but every attempt was pulled off course by what I thought was love. It wasn't until everything fell apart that I finally saw it clearly: love was never my salvation. Depending on someone else to save me had always been a fantasy. The moment I touched my instruments again, a stillness washed over me—something Nate had never been able to give me. A quiet fullness that felt like home. After returning, I wasted no time finding a rehabilitation therapist to help me stand again. I woke up early every morning to train. I fell countless times, and every time, the therapist looked at me with concern. But I just smiled and shook my head.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

this is my decision. I am going to stand by it no matter what. As difficult as it is, I'm going back. I texted back, "I'm no my way back."

“Are you from around here?” “No.” “Okay, that’s a good start.” “Why are you asking?” asked Emily, noticing that he was sitting closer to her. “Well, I got to help you find your uncles and the only way to do that is to find out how to get you back. The only way to do that is to backtrack.” “Backtrack.” “Yes. It means we need to traces your footsteps to see where you came from-” “I know what backtrack means by the way," said Emily. She slide herself deeper into the jacket.

I'm totally lost! How Can I find my way back? I don't remember any way to go back! Nobody around...and it was very far!