Novel & Cerita Back To The Beginning

I smiled and replied without any hesitation, "No, thanks. Have fun watching the movie." With that, I hung up, not caring how Nyra might react. When I got home, I received a company notice. My application to return to Myrthia had been approved. They wanted me to wrap things up as soon as possible before heading back. It was the first good news I'd had in days. When Nyra came back, I was sorting through handover documents. Still mad about my attitude on the phone, she grabbed a change of clothes and went to wash up.

I had to do something for them. I needed to take away their pain and right the wrongs done to them. Removing my cloak, I exposed my wings. Snapping my fingers, I removed the manacles from their wrist. "Come here, dear ones." Dropping to my knees, I gathered the smallest child in my arms first. Wiping away her tears, I kissed her softly on her forehead. A bright light had shone and engulfed her. Erasing all the bad that ever happened to her, healing and returning her body to the state before that wretched man stole her five years ago. I sent her back into the loving arms of her mother and father.

The second before my consciousness completely faded, I used my last bit of strength to say my final words. "I will not... come back to life." The system prompt sounded: [Condition 3 met. Reclamation of your brother's intelligence initiated.] [All return conditions have been met. Reclamation procedure fully initiated.]

When he saw her, she was just like before, feeding a stray cat. "Elodie." Elodie froze, turning around in disbelief, seeing a face she could never forget. "I regret everything, Elodie. I know I did wrong, and I know I broke my promise! Please, won't you come back to me? I can't go without you! "Please, Elodie. I can't be without you!" At that moment, Elodie stayed silent. She did not want to return. What was the point? "I can't go back, John. That possibility died off from the moment you decided to lie to me. I won't stay in place and wait for you.

Are we back to square one where we can’t be together? Groaning, I let my head fall to my forearms that are on my desk. I don’t know how much of this I can take if we have to start this all the way over again. We just got to a good place, and now we’ve been shot back to the beginning. Over and over. There seems to be a world of problems at the beginning, then there’s a small break before all the problems begin again. Is this a cycle we’re doomed to repeat until we separate?

And that— That’s the problem. “It’s rewriting the logic,” I say. “What does that mean?” “It means the system thinks this is correct.” “And it’s not?” “No.” “Then change it back.” “I’m trying!” I push harder. Forcing the threads to revert. To realign. To follow the original structure. And for a moment— It works. The connection tightens. The balance restores. The system stabilizes. But then— It shifts again. Not resisting. Not fighting. Just… adapting.

she said gently, tugging me back toward the car. I pulled away. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’ve just been lying to myself.” My eyes drifted to the tall golden gates ahead—the place I used to call home. Memories hit me hard. Aiden and I are laughing on the porch. His arms wrapped around me, his eyes lighting up whenever I walked in the room. It all felt like yesterday. “How do I start again, Bella?” I whispered, tears falling down my face. She didn’t answer at first. Then she said, “We don’t know yet. But maybe when he’s back in the country… We can try. Maybe he’ll remember.”

She had pity in her eyes while looking at me. "So you really don't remember anything, do you? Nothing about your past." She said as she took a deep breath. "What about my past? Tell me?" I asked her. Swirling her pen with her fingers she kept mum for certain seconds and then she finally broke the silence. "We will take things easy, like on a very low pace. I don't know how much memory of the past can be recovered. I don't want to overwhelm you. I don't want you to put pressure on your brain because if you do so then there are chances that the memory that we are trying to bring back will be lost forever." Her tone was soothing and she looked very professional.

I stare at my computer screen as the thin line blinks for me to start typing. My heart is beating a mile a minute and my head is on a rampage. I shut my eyes tight and take a deep breath to keep myself from going crazy. In and out. And then it starts, just as I remember it. The words slip through my fingers like a song I know all too well. One word after the other, never ending. It's been so long that the feeling is so alien. I missed this.

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.