Does History Repeats Itself นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This wasn’t a simple love triangle. This was unfinished history. And history doesn’t fade quietly. It fights to repeat itself. ---

Just disappointed. That somehow didn't feel good. "You expected this?" I thought there was something like that going on. He scanned through the files in the archives. History has a residue of traces; it always does. He skimmed the pages, all old ones. The issue is that, when people forget something, they think it's gone. I stayed quiet. Eryn continued. History saved is helpful. A pause. "History ignored is dangerous," he said. The sentence has stuck in my mind.

"Explain it to me, Kael. Properly, for once, instead of speaking in half sentences and letting me piece together the horror on my own." Kael guided her gently away from the common room, back up the narrow stairs to the privacy of their shared quarters, before he spoke again. "The loop does not always repeat the entire world," he said carefully. "Sometimes it corrects itself in smaller ways. A single day repeats. A single death undoes itself and happens again, exactly the same, or sometimes slightly different, depending on what has changed." "But why would I remember it, when no one else does? Why would that woman not remember her own death?"

He sure knows that I am in disorder right now after knowing the truth about Andrea's childhood friend. "Ironic isn't it? It seems history repeats itself," he said while taking a green apple from the peninsula. He took a bite and leaned on the granite countertop behind him. "Fuck history. Who says I will let it repeat itself," I callously stated. "You are not going to go all destiny on me again, Raphael. I am done with that sermon." "Speak for yourself!"

The wedding to happen or the wedding to get stopped? "Christian, your grandma wants to meet you..." Kristopher informed him when he was lost in deep thoughts. When the guilt comes it takes him down the old familiar path. He wants to refuse to walk it, pretend that he's the person he demands that he would be. He wants to see himself in sepia tones, not perfect colour. He wants to scrub his head, but if he did he'd never learn from what happened. And it's true what they say, “Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” And he couldn't bear that. So he keeps his eyes on the horizon and his mind turned to create a positive future; because really, isn't that what everyone needs?

Tarah said in a whisper, keeping her voice as low as possible. The woman took a deep breath after hearing it. She wasn't expecting that the black crystal would still be here after being destroyed ten thousand years ago. It really survived. And the reason how or why it survived was terrible puzzlement to her. While everyone think that peace has triumphed and freedom was restored after the great battle of the three realms, someone was preparing to bring back the worst nightmare of all nightmares, the darkest of all the darkest times. Even though it was predicted that the history will repeat itself, the majority didn't took it seriously as no one wanted to look back at what happened in the past

I'm scared history would repeat itself. "Are you ok? You don't look ok to me, so don't think of lying to me," He breaks into my thoughts, and I take a deep breath as I lean forward. I should be free with him since he is my friend. Besides, he has always been the only one I'm free with. "No, I'm not..." "It's about Ariel, I guess," He raises his eyebrows, and I sigh as I recline on the chair again. "Yes, it's about her... I'm scared, Max... I'm scared history will repeat itself... I'm scared of what happened in the past might happen again, and..."

I was relying on the last at this moment, history — As it is, I was doomed to resume the same mistakes by trusting that somehow the past would heal itself over and over without truly learning from it. The truth was when it came to the reality of what I felt, it was like a large mark had been left and I had to fill the space it left behind. What made it remarkable was I was given the chance to learn from history again and again, yet I was doomed as I kept repeating it. If there was anyone I detested for no reason it was definitely Santiago, I hated the fact he was quick to get over the thought of me, did I mean nothing to him, did he see me as a vagabond?

Each of those endings ended the same way. A thousand lifetimes. A thousand betrayals. And now, once again, history had carved me into its cruel pattern. The history had repeated itself. I was cast aside. I had been forgotten. I had been replaced. My breath caught as the truth struck me. This pain wasn't new. This wasn't the first time. I was certain of it. I couldn't be wrong. I had been here before. I had lived. I had died. And now I live again.

Fifteen years apart. Yet somehow... They were telling the same story. Slowly... I gathered the papers into two neat piles. One from the past. One from the present. Then I opened my notebook. On a fresh page, I wrote only three words. It happened before. I stared at them for a long time. If I was right... This was no longer simply an administrative irregularity. It was history repeating itself. And there was only one person I trusted enough to tell. Carefully, I locked the reports back inside the cabinet.