Farewell To The Past นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I think I'm starting to fall in love with you. Without Kenzo and Khanza noticing, someone was watching from behind the wall beside the open door. He — Keanu, was observing Kenzo and Khanza while clenching his fists. His jaw tightened and the next second, Keanu closed his eyes. Beside him, Ven's transparent figure looked just as frustrated. Keanu had heard everything from Ven. All the things that happened to Khanza and their connection with what happened two hundred years ago. “Keanu, I really can't see big sister Khanza and big brother Kenzo like this. I won't be able to see history repeating itself. Because I remember all my life in the past. This is too much, Keanu. Can't they be happy?"

She ended with a sigh. Pat pouted. "Yeah, maybe that's really why. The old secretary got fired mysteriously–or it was until we saw you," "I feel bad," Liana sadly said, thinking about someone suddenly losing a job like what happened to her. "Same but Kai doesn't. You know, someone like him easily throws people out if he finds them unuseful anymore," Pat replied, shaking her head in disappointment. She continued eating afterwards. Liana felt the same disappointment Pat felt. Kai's attitude is really trash.

her voice had dropped as she was suppressing her falling tears, her lips trembling as she spoke. “Yes… because that is the best for both of us. We might be happy in the future if we get back but… that past will always be a stain to our perfect life, we might be happy but we won’t get complete happiness. So… this is the best for both of us. Let’s end things in good terms…” with those last sentences he walked pass her, not looking back… unshackling the chains of the past… finally walking freely towards the bright sunny days he always wished to have.

"I only wanted you to be happy. That's why I forced the marriage. I never expected this boy to treat you so coldly. I'm so sorry..." "Don't say that, Grandmother. Everything happens for a reason, and I've completely let the past go," Maureen insisted gently. Internally, it took everything she had to say it. She was closing the door on thirteen years of unrequited infatuation, and only she knew how agonizing that detachment really was. But Damien had been dead-set on leaving; begging would have only stripped her of her remaining dignity, and she refused to turn into a bitter, resentful woman just to beg for a man’s heart.

"Edmund, thank you. You saved me." I looked out at the skyline. In another life, I was stuck in a cramped dorm, working shifts and cleaning Charlotte's place for scraps. I didn't even have time to look out a window. But that wasn't my life anymore. Now, I could see further and go further. "Edmund," I said, "thank you for saving me, too." We both laughed. Then the call dropped. That was the last time we spoke. I sat there for a while before my assistant came to get me for the celebration dinner.

I explain, glad that I can share a bit of his father’s beliefs with him. I take one last look at the house and then turn and leave. I am closing the chapter on this part of my life. It’s time to stop living in the past and leave all the ghosts behind. Now we can start living for the future. I can only hope it will be kinder than the past. As we pass over the town limits, I look back in my rearview mirror. We were happy here for a while, but now betrayal and sadness taint the place. It’s time to make fresh memories in a new place.

On the day of the appointment to try on her wedding gown, I waited downstairs at Sarah Weller’s company for a long time before she finally came down, slow and unhurried. The moment she got into the car, she tossed me a small airplane model. “Tim wanted me to give this to you,” she said. “You embarrassed him at the funeral yesterday. You should find the time to apologize to him.” The airplane was a miniature version. It was clearly a freebie that came with a real purchase. I had seen it in Sarah’s shopping cart just a few days ago.

"Thank you for everything you've done. But I think you can stop now. Don't water a past that has no chance to become a future anymore." This should be considered a proper farewell, right?

I replied, which I can't deny. We loved each other in spite of everything and everyone. There alone we were the young people full of illusions who fell in love in a remote village. The time of farewell was approaching and I hated the fact of going through it, even though it was necessary to move forward and find a point where I felt good about myself, where I did not reproach myself and did not question the decisions of others. I had a lot to work on.

Perhaps it was the only way forward. Oswald had been adamant about the necessity of this meeting. While tensions still lingered, and the scent of blood was fresh in their memories, they needed to put aside their differences. If peace was to be forged, it could not be achieved through bloodshed alone. And so, the formal farewell was planned—an acknowledgment of shared sacrifices and a final step toward a future that, for all its uncertainty, held the faintest glimmer of hope.