But The Future Refused To Change 소설 & 이야기

"The good news is that you get to decide your future. There are things in your past that will stay with you for the rest of your life, but your future can be better if you work toward it." I knew he was just being nice, but I couldn't hold back the scoff that I let out. "Look, I'm sure you have good intentions, but you don't know me. You don't know half of what I've been through. Life isn't all rainbows and butterflies just because I decided it should be. Life is shit, and you either have to fight back or fall. I refuse to let it take me down, but that doesn't mean that there is a field of daisies in my future. That just means that I need to have ice packs ready."

“ “If the future keep changing, that's mean everything I knew" “…could become useless"

" Even though I had long since resolved to let Nathaniel go, those words tore open every emotion inside me. In my last life, I cooked and did all the chores for him for 40 years. And now, in this life, all it came to was going our separate ways. I let him pound and shout, even as the neighbors came out to gawk. I didn't open the door or say anything. At last, he stormed off furiously after being urged on by the neighbors. Before leaving, he threw one last line over his shoulder. "Bella, if you've got the guts, then hide from me for the rest of your life!" He didn't know I had already decided not to have anything to do with him again. The days passed, and the wedding drew closer. The day befo

And slowly, the future stopped looking like war. And started looking like change.

he replied, unflinching, “is result-based.” His gaze pinned mine—gray, relentless. “Fifty for flawless deception. Thirty for small cracks. Nothing for mistakes.” He tapped the page, a faint shadow of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Grandmother has eyes everywhere. If you falter, everything vanishes. If you excel…” His tone shifted—lower, unreadable. “You build your future.” Future. The word felt foreign, heavy. What future? A name erased from every record? A home turned to ashes? A promise written in smoke?

Cold dread settled inside me. “You should give it a try once more,” he suggested. “I don't think I am ready,” I muttered. “You never will,” he pointed. “But at least by knowing, you could change the future if possible” he stated. “Come on. Standing in front of it and don't move back until it's done. Or else it will make a future of its own” he warned me. “What do you mean?” I frowned at him. I mean that if you keep moving back without knowing the full story, there are chances that the future might turn out slightly differently.

"Unless you can't do that. You are stuck with me." "Bravo," Candice complimented. "I was sure some sob story would do for me to escape the confines of your mind. But you are certainly no pixie dreamer. You are right. I can't unstitch myself and yes, I did chose you precisely because of the future you could have had." She strode over, her eyes glued on me with intent. "But if I hadn't stepped in that night you tried to kill yourself, you would have died. The thing about the future is it is always changing. Nothing is set in stone."

He lowers his eyes, whimpers and whispers, “I know, Mummy. But you were leaving me… Leaving us... And the beautiful white lady in the Moon told me I had to save you. That you haven’t…” He stops as his eyes seem to glaze over before he looks at me with the same intense grey eyes as Zachariah and says, “Sorry, Mummy. She doesn’t want me telling you that…” “What do you mean, Munchkin?” “She said if I tell you then you will change what you decide, which will change the future… But I can tell you that 'the future is not set and we all have the right to choose.' However, your choices… Oops, sorry, I nearly did it again… I love you, Mummy.”

The future— once again— was changing.

“Did you forget? She had been here the first day I came home, and she said she was dead bored because there was nothing interesting in your house. Your television isn’t even working.” Scott took a deep breath. “I will consider it.” That was it. There was no way to change his decision. His heart was as hard as a rock and all because he was traumatized. Ciara darted her eyes, looked at the floor, and deliberately showed extreme disappointment. There was actually one sentence she could say that probably hit Scott, but she was afraid it might offend him. But seeing his stubbornness, it seemed there was no other way. “Then… you are the same as them,” Ciara muttered.