Farewell To The Past นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was a farewell to the open skies, the bustling streets, and the autonomy that now felt like a distant memory. Ejay's gaze lingered on the narrow window, a meager portal to the outside world that now seemed impossibly distant. He felt the weight of those words—symbols of a past life that had now slipped beyond his grasp, replaced by the bleak confines of his imprisoned existence. "Goodbye freedom," he repeated softly, the words carrying the weight of regret, remorse, and a profound sense of the life he could no longer lead. It was a somber farewell to a concept he had once taken for granted, now lost to the inexorable constraints of incarceration.

Again. I fucking hate that he didn’t even bid goodbye to me. He said thank you, yes. He gave his “wholehearted” gratitude in front of my face. But can he also do that the moment he leaves? Goodbye is just two syllables, that’s just so easy to be uttered. Or he can even wave a hand to me. Anyway, what’s done is done. What happened has already happened, time only runs forward. Never backward.

Because that. that was another hidden form of maturity. Understanding that honoring the past did not always mean remaining inside it forever. My chest tightened sharply. And for the first time. I understood why certain departures felt so emotionally sacred. Because sometimes people are not only leaving places behind. They are gently saying goodbye to entire versions of themselves that once believed those places would hold them forever.

"Promise me to bid farewell to the past! Be separated from it forever! Erase those things from your mind!" "Mm-hmm! Bid farewell to the past!" "I, Vireo Payne, will never ever think about those things anymore! I will never think about them anymore!" said Vireo with a smile on his pale face. Just as he said that, he vaguely heard a voice coming from afar. 'Congratulations, Vireo. You certainly will set the world on fire. Live your life well for yourself and also for me.'

No confusion, no hesitation—just us, finally together, finally free from the shadows of what had been. When we pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his. “We’re really here,” I murmured. “We are,” he replied. “And we’ll stay here. Together.” I smiled, looking out at the endless sea, feeling the wind on my face. The past had shaped me, yes—but it had also prepared me for this. For love, for peace, for life. And as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, I whispered one last farewell to the ghosts of my past, my heart light and full:

"Now that you're out, just forget about the past." With that, he sighed once more before driving off. I watched his car disappear into the distance. My fingernails dug into my palms until they drew blood. Forget? How could I ever forget?

The places that once festered had recovered, and I no longer wanted to go back to how it was. “Mr. Brown,” I said calmly, “I have nothing left to say to Felix. Back then, I married him of my own free will, so the suffering I endured was my own doing. I just don’t want to keep making the same mistake. If possible, I hope to divorce him.” The moment the word divorce left my mouth, Felix finally lifted his eyes. “No. I don’t agree to a divorce.”

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

I felt the warmth of her body and was grateful for the time I had to love her wholeheartedly. My final note. "Love and be loved with all your heart while time is still strong. Dance and enjoy when the melody of love still plays. Because someday everything will end, and only loneliness and regret will be left behind."

Tonight was not just another party; it was a farewell to her past, a goodbye to the life she had known. In her hands, she clutched a beautifully wrapped gift for Robert and Margaret—something thoughtful to express her gratitude for all they had done for her over the years. But as she stared at the majestic entrance, memories flooded her mind: laughter, warmth, and the haunting echoes of moments spent with Ethan. She hesitated, the weight of nostalgia pressing down on her. This was the last time she would step foot in this place. After tonight, she would be moving to another city, leaving behind everything that had once defined her.