Can We Go Back This Is The Moment Novels & Stories

The day the university released the family placement positions for doctoral graduates, I went straight to the Human Resources Office to register. But the staff member barely looked up before rolling their eyes. "Mr. Slater, everyone at this university knows you cheated on your wife and are about to leave the marriage with nothing. How do you still have the nerve to ask about the placement position?" I thought there had been some kind of misunderstanding. I rushed home, hoping to explain everything to my wife, only for my mother to slap me across the face. "I don't have a shameless son like you. Get out of Natalie's house!" I was driven back to the rural school where I had spent the past

I walk towards my car to get in and drive somewhere quiet when my phone suddenly starts to ring. It's my mom. "Hey, Mom!" "Chloe, how are you?" "He found me, Mom" I suddenly blurted out. "I know he would. We both know he would the moment you decide to go back there. So, what do you plan on doing?" "I don't know Mom, I'm confused" "I know. Just know that whatever decision you decide to take, I will support you" "Mom?" "Mmm" She hummed. "Can I just forget about everything and be happy once again? Is it possible for me to do that? I'm really confused and scared Mom"

“What!? No, no. You mean if we travel back now there is a possibility that the battle was finished?” “Yes, my point! You can't go back before that. Or beyond the present here.” Nathan responded. “Oh no! then we should go back now!” Catherine demanded. “I think you have spent too long in the Land of Nod and your body craves for a return, if your going back now there is a possibility of you two bouncing back. “We should wait, Catherine, we are not risking our lives,” Sean added.

“You can go back to living the way you used to. We can return to Pittsburgh and start afresh again. Me and you. Just the both of us.” I lower the glass slowly into my lap. “That’s not possible, Maya.” “Why?” she asks quickly, shifting closer. “You have a place to stay in Pittsburgh, remember? We can—” “Even then,” I cut in quietly, lifting my eyes to hers, “I can’t return to that life anymore. I already made a promise to return.” “But—” “No buts, Maya.” My voice comes out firmer this time. “You should understand why I have to do this. Besides, my condition was accepted and I think it’s time I go back already. After everything that has happened, it’s just…”

𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼. "𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃?" 𝙸 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙸�

An hour before the college application deadline, I jolt awake in my hotel room in Chanont. My girlfriend, Evelyn Keate, and my adopted brother, Marvin Needham, are nowhere to be seen. I immediately call them, reminding them to get their applications in before the deadline. To my surprise, they burst out laughing. "We're already back home, and we got our applications in last night. You still haven't submitted yours?" I can hear my parents criticizing me in the background. My mom said, "He's always like this. He's so careless that he doesn't even take his own future seriously." "Marvin has always been so much easier," my dad remarked. Laughter and chatter fill the other end of the line

"Now become better because it's who you want to be." I stared silently at my untouched glass of water. Marcus continued. "No more flowers." I nodded. "No more surprise lunches." Another nod. "No more finding excuses to be around her." "I know." "If she ever comes back..." He smiled faintly. "Let it be because she chose you." Not because you wore her down. Not because you reminded her of the past. Not because you refused to let go. Because she chose. I looked out at the river beyond the restaurant window. The water flowed calmly beneath the evening lights.

Her polite, distant tone carried an unspoken warning, as if reminding me that this was the office and our roles were strictly professional. I caught the hidden meaning in her words and forced myself to suppress my emotions. "Good morning, Ms. Thorne," I replied. Beatrice responded with a faint nod. She kept walking, as if I were nothing more than a stranger to her. I smiled bitterly, the words of my resignation hanging in my throat. But then again, she probably wouldn't have cared. Suddenly, my phone lit up. It was a message from my son, Parker Bainbridge, sent via his smartwatch. "Dad, will Mom come back to celebrate my birthday?"

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Kenneth had not expected me to have a backup plan. He shouted angrily, "Don't believe her! She's a scheming woman who's always framing others!" "Really?" I shot back sarcastically. "The public isn't blind. Let them judge for themselves. Why are you getting so worked up all of a sudden?" As I spoke, I played the video on my phone. Burned once in my previous life, I had learned my lesson. This time around, I had befriended the banquet hall manager early on. Every move in the hall had been recorded from start to finish and downloaded onto my phone.

"You said you're moving right, that's not a problem. Ah-ah, let me finish what I'm saying. I know that right now, you're indefinitely upset and angry and you feel like they're making a huge mistake taking us away from each other but it might not be so. I know I know I'm going to miss you a whole lot but it's a good thing. See, you'll make new friends when you go to your new school and everyone is going to love you because you are tea. You're a very amazing girl and everyone is going to love you, everyone is going to want to be your friend but we will still be bestest friends. You're going to have your parents with you and I know you hate them right now but you'll find yourself loving them al