Farewell To The Past Novels & Stories

The dance was over. The past had woken. And the future had just been set on fire.

"Trevon tried to follow us. He jumped into the ocean, but… he didn’t make it very far. He drowned." I didn’t say a word. I just smiled faintly and pretended I hadn’t heard. ‘If someone no longer matters, it doesn’t matter whether they’re gone or not.’ I thought in my heart. Everything from before is now just a shadow. Like smoke blown away. I’m ready to start my new life.

Some unforgettable moments. Some unforgettable moments are the ghosts of the past, haunting us with their beauty, their pain, and their lessons that taught us things that come our way unexpectedly. Not only that, but they are the echoes of our lives, reminding us of where we've been and where we're going. In the words of William Faulkner, "The past is never dead. It's not even past." I felt that to my very core.

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.

There was something present that resembled sadness, but it was attached to the past rather than the future. The past deserved to be felt. What it did not deserve was to be held against all the forward movement that had brought me to where I was. Some people were meant to walk with you for a season. The grace was in knowing when the season had ended — in releasing it with gratitude rather than clinging to it past its purpose, and allowing both people the dignity of a natural departure.

We were leaving, finally putting the past behind, a little saddness could get a pass, no? So,for an hour, I watched the sunset, as gentle tears trickled softly and slowly on my cheeks, and when the darkness had finally closed in, I rose from my seat, pressed on the remote control to draw the office curtains before I whispered into the distance, my voice light and feather-like. ' Goodbye Rhys..' I knew he couldn't hear me. But it didn't even matter. I was whispering a farewell to the past and, albeit with a heavy heart, but I welcomed the future.

Adrain kissed her temple and whispered, “And there’s still so much more ahead.” They stood in silence for a moment, the past and present mingling in their hearts. The pain, the trials, the forgiveness, and the healing—it all led to this quiet triumph. As the sun began to set, they returned to their car, feeling lighter. That day wasn’t just a trip to places—it was a farewell to pain, regret, and every wound they'd once carried. A farewell to the past… and a promise to treasure the future.

The thought of being reunited with them, brought a bittersweet solace to my cold heart. "Farewell, everyone," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the haunting silence that enveloped me. The words hung in the air like a solemn epitaph, a somber acknowledgment of the inevitable fate that seemed to loom before me. It was a moment of acceptance, a recognition that I was bound by forces beyond our control.

Crying out all of my mistakes. All the mistakes of my past.