Begin Again Novels & Stories

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.”

> thrum … silence … thrum … silence … And somewhere deep within the Flow, a new song began to form — the melody of a Keeper reborn.

The need to create. I’d tried to bury it, to tell myself I didn’t need that part of me anymore. That it belonged to the old life. But some things don’t stay buried. Some things claw their way back, even when you swear you’re done with them. Maybe I wasn’t done after all. A slow smile curved my lips as I opened my eyes. For the first time in months, I felt… something close to peace. “Alright,” I murmured again, this time with a steadier voice. “Let’s begin again.”

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

Every doorway I’d once left through silence, I would now re-enter with clarity. I stepped into the studio space just as the clock turned noon. I poured a glass of water. I unpinned my hair. And I whispered to myself— “We begin again.” And I was ready.

He checked the time on his phone. June 16th, 4:12 a.m. In his past life, his life had ended on June 15th. This meant this wasn't some dying dream. Everything was real. He had been reborn. With his memories intact. With enough supplies to last forever. Hahaha! Ray even made a special call to Lucy. "Hello—" Lucy's voice was groggy, clearly woken by the call. Well, it was just past four in the morning. "Ray, you'd better have a damn good reason for this, or I swear I'll beat your ass later," she grumbled.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

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As they walked deeper into the city, they noticed something unusual. Everyone seemed happy. Not unnaturally happy. Not forced. Just content. Peaceful. As if they had all found something they were searching for. An old woman waved at them from a bakery. "First day?" Lyra blinked. "What?" The woman smiled. "Everyone here is starting over from something." Ronan exchanged a glance with Lyra. The woman pointed at a wooden sign hanging beside her shop. Written across it were three simple words: BEGIN AGAIN HERE Before Lyra could ask another question, the woman returned to her work.

Well how can I, when we are not in the best of terms with each other and honestly, I am not in the mood for either an argument or his hurtful words. I sigh when I start feeling bored. A ping sound has me jumping in surprising. I mentally roll my eyes for my slow thinking, I should have remembered that I had my phone with. Taking out my phone from my clutch bag, I see a new message. Take a look at row 4 from the center front, under chair 5. Something waits for you. All answers you were looking for. ~ S~ Sighing, I rise to my feet and follow the instructions. Not that I have much of a choice.