But The Future Refused To Change Novels & Stories

Snow poked his head out from the top of his new terrarium, his tiny crimson eyes darting around inquisitively, as if carefully surveying this pristine, magnificent new world. My phone vibrated once more in my palm. “See you tomorrow, Hill.” It was a collection of just a few brief words, yet a soft, uncontrollable smile tugged at the corners of my lips. What did the future hold for us? I couldn’t say for certain. But I knew with clarity that regardless of what came next, it would be a radiant, entirely unwritten future that belonged completely to me. (The End)

But I was wrong. The future I thought was meant for us… turned out to be nothing more than a dream. ~~ End of flashback ~~

Not completely. Not permanently. But enough— To see how everything could change. And for the first time— I see it. A future. Not predetermined. Not inevitable. A future that— Shouldn’t exist. But does. Because I’m here. Because I refused to let everything end. And now— Now I just have to make it real.

“I think I’m done talking about it for now.” She looks into my eyes, and I can sense that she feels lighter, relieved. I pull her back into my chest, enjoying the rush of buzzing energy that travels between us. I’ll never tire of this feeling. I may not be able to take away her memories or change the past. I will make every effort to ensure that our future is perfect. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I am so happy to know that I have a future to look forward to. Before Emerald came into my life, I resigned to believing that I would always be alone. Yes, I had my pack and my sister, but I always wanted to have someone to love. I had lost hope that that could ever happen to me.

I grew frustrated, and huffed impatiently. “We have a connection, you and I.” He eventually said. “A strong one, I’ll admit, and one that,” he sighed, and instead of finishing his sentence, he shifted into another. “You feel it too,” he finally faced me. “Don’t you?” “Yes,” I hesitated, but then confessed. “You already know that.” I could tell. “Well,” he paused. “I…I don’t expect you to understand this, Aurelia-what this connection is, but in my world…having such a connection is a sign of a bright future with another. That connection is…is very important and.”

Then answered simply. “Living.” Jun nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “That fits.” — The future had arrived. Not as something dramatic. Not as something controlled. But as something that stayed. And in staying— It became something no system, no empire, no trillionaire could ever take away again. Because it no longer belonged to any of them. It belonged to everyone willing to carry it forward. One imperfect decision at a time. The final chapters were close. But the story no longer needed to end.

"The past remains in my mind but is no longer my motivation. Do you understand?" She leans her head on my shoulder, maybe to avoid my gaze. "I think I finally understand it now. The past is still there, but it's never going to change. The future can, and that's what I'm looking forward to. The future with my own family. Not the past, where all I had was a broken one."

He turned away before the moment could brand itself too deeply. Because tomorrow, everything would change. The fracture had been exposed. The bait had been set.

He hoped he could reach out to her, hold and soothe her, and persuade her to alter her mind. But he held back. It would be sufficient to do so the following day. "Sleep well, my daughter," he muttered, removing his hand from the door. The phrase "the future is tomorrow" is commonly used in English. And as the young man finally retired to his bed, the first faint gray of morning appeared in the sky. A new day was approaching, change was near, truth was on its way, and there would be times when one would be called upon to stand, battle, and conquer.

The pain was excruciating and no matter how sweet he is at this time, I know he will hurt me and destroy my future. "Can we, at least, be friends?" I sneered but I couldn't help staring at him. For more than thirty years, I have never forgotten his handsome face, his eyes, and the smile that swept my feet away. As my mind was determined to change my future, my heart is begging me to take another shot. Hoping it might change now. I guess this is the irony of time traveling. No matter how you change your future, the effect would still be the same. My heart is falling for him again. But then, I remember what the homeless guy told me. Beware of falling debris.