Bound By The Past 소설 & 이야기

Now I hope we can live life out of the past and without boundaries ourselves. At least the boundaries of Judy and other past demons. Am I expecting too much?

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Was it him who thinks he can enter inside my world whenever he wants or was it me who doesn’t have the nerve to accept changes anymore? Past is supposed to stay in the past, we can’t just live reminiscing things that happened to us, things that ruined us. But these vague thoughts, they keep on replying those memories in a loop and the present we were supposed to live turns into a trauma of lifetime. The future we wait for, tapping our toes on the ground, playing with pen, eagerly roaming around, it becomes the past even the moment we try to catch it. and I am ruining my future one way or the other.

As soon as you go back to the present, you could still die at any moment because of-- My love of Daniel. Sure, something like that, Chi said. Ahem. That is, unless you break the bond with your past. So Id cleave from my past and she would still die as she always did-- And you would still be cast out just as youve been before, only youd leave your soul behind to die, too. And the body you would return to--he poked her in the shoulder--this one--would be free to live outside the curse thats been hanging over you since the dawn of time.

“You’re the one who kept me here.” Luca’s gaze darkened. “And I’m starting to regret it.” She lifted her chin. “Then let me go.” He stepped closer, and for the first time, she saw something unreadable flicker in his expression. “No.” Raven’s stomach twisted. “Why not?” Luca held her gaze. “Because you’re mine now.”

"You think she belongs to you? You don’t own her, and you can’t tell her what to do. Besides, you guys already killed her once. Are you trying to kill her again?" Everyone keeps speaking of the past, and no one wants to see anything else. It seems like there will be no good in whatever we do. After everything that happened in the past, I want to forget all of that and have a good life with her. But is it even possible for me? It’s not just the mating bond that is keeping us connected now. I also feel a lot of affection for her. However, she’s not even willing to look our way—at least, not after everything she went through.

“You’ve always been a man driven by the past, Marcus. By what you’ve lost. But what happens when that past is no longer enough to keep you moving forward? When the weight of it crushes you under its burden?” I looked away, the words striking a chord deep inside me. She was right. Every move I made, every decision I’d ever made, had been driven by the ghosts of my past. The memories of betrayal, loss, the blood I’d spilled. It was all a constant weight on my shoulders, and I couldn’t escape it. But I couldn’t stop either. If I stopped now, if I let go, everything I’d worked for would crumble. The council, the power, the plans—it would all be for nothing. And I would be nothing.

The moment binds me to who Clara was when she learned how to hope carefully, how to protect herself without fully closing off. At the same time, I realized that the future cannot be disentangled from the past. Whatever lies ahead between us will be shaped by how gently or clumsily. I handle what already exists. The future is not a clean slate waiting for my intentions; it is layered, textured, already speaking. And I am now part of its language.

"When it’s a wrap on this year, when the contract is over and you flit away … I’m not going to hold you back." "Why are you telling me now?" "Because I want you to know, that you are not trapped. This is a deal with an end date. You get your freedom back." "And what do you get?" He looked away. "My inheritance. My grandmother's legacy is preserved. What I paid for." It should've been reassuring. Would have made me feel better that I had an out. But it didn’t bring relief, just a pang in my chest.

ALMOST REAL Alexander brought her to the edge of the dance floor holding his hand on her waist. Victoria Harrington – families like hers had wealth for ages, and grudges beyond that. Our fathers were rivals. She and I are also connected by a past. Aria had noticed the romantic past that existed between them when she remembered that Victoria had touched him as if he was her property. Indeed, a long time ago,” he admitted. "It didn't go well. Let me guess – she had something to get from you and you were not willing to provide it.