Novel & Cerita Camina Hacia El Futuro

My future. All of it now tied to Diego Castellano.

My past was behind me, and my future stretched ahead. Bright and full of promise.

My future. And you don't have one.

My future. I look at the bags. The letter. The tomorrow that's waiting. And I know what I need to do. I'm ready.

The bus pulled out quickly from the station. His expression twisted as he rushed to the ticket counter, shouting, "Who was the woman that just got on that bus?"

Maya's future self reached out and took her hand, leading her through the ever-changing landscape. "We are walking through the threads of time," she said. "We are seeing the possibilities that lie ahead." Maya's mind reeled as she tried to comprehend the vast, intricate web of possibilities that lay before her. Her future self smiled, as if she could see the wonder in Maya's eyes. "You have the power to shape your own destiny," she said. "You have the power to choose your own path." As they walked, the landscape grew more vivid, more real. Maya saw glimpses of her own future, glimpses of the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead.

For her future. I have to leave her.

Toward him. Toward whatever future we would build—brick by bloody brick.

I can’t change the future, but I can choose to move forward. That thought, and the thought that there will eventually be something better just ahead in my future. I just have to make it through this, so I can continue to propel myself forward until I reach my eventual happiness. Eventually, I’ll get there, right? I mean, all the horrible, shitty things I have to endure and go through will eventually stop right? Right? ‘You should tell our mate that I’m awake for good now. I really want to meet my mate!’ Back so soon!

But when I tell Camila that her future is all I see … It’s not a lie. It never has been.