Five Years Wasted Novels & Stories

Five Years Later (It’s been five years since I looked beyond Luke. It was quite hard to even breathe in the beginning because my days used to begin thinking about him and end up doing the same. I made my life hell because of him. How did I run behind a person who didn’t even care for me? I was an idiot. The Luke I loved was someone else who died when he passed the school. The Luke I married was a heartless person. I still cherished the moments I spent with Luke in my school times.

I lean on the bench and throw my head back. I don't think I can make it. Five years is torture, talk more living an eternity, wondering what could have been.

"Eventually, I stopped keeping it because I was waiting for the past to return. I kept it because I wanted to believe that if we ever found our way back to each other, I would still have the chance to ask you properly." I leaned against him. "And now you have." He kissed the top of my head. "Now I have." I was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "I'm sorry it took us so long." He turned toward me. "Don't apologize for the time we can't get back." "But—" "Katya." I looked up. He took my hand. "We can't change what happened five years ago. We can't recover the years we lost or give ourselves a different past. But we can make sure that the years ahead of us aren't wasted."

FIVE YEARS LATER! Five years had passed since the blood had soaked the floors, since screams had echoed through burning halls, since death had been so close it had brushed against their skin and whispered promises no one had wanted to hear. Five years since Eliana’s schemes had finally crumbled, since Raymond’s cruelty had met its long-overdue end, and since Rachael’s tragic death had slammed the final door on a chapter that none of them, not a single soul, ever wished to reopen again.

But then again, I no longer had any feelings for him. In fact, I adjusted to my new life fairly quickly. Research work was so tedious and repetitive that I barely had any time to think of Andrew. Still, Selena was worried about me. She thought I was just using work to numb myself. I had to admit that was true. While I didn't love him anymore, I couldn't seem to forget about him completely. We were in love for five whole years, after all. Besides, he never stopped finding me. Not long ago, he posted a missing person notice online, confessing in a video about how much he'd missed me. His eyes were bloodshot as he begged for my forgiveness.

“Yeah. Tangled together for life and inseparable.” “Pfft! That’s weird, but okay. Let’s be vines, then.” ... Jason’s fingers closed around the rings. His hand trembled uncontrollably. Five years. She had ordered these rings five years ago. How had everything fallen apart in just five years?! Jason went back to his cold and silent room. Then he angrily threw the rings into the trash. His breathing grew ragged like a trapped animal. He slid down against the doorframe and collapsed to the floor as pain ripped through his chest.

“Or, and hear me out, I can go in, enjoy the party, and leave without anyone noticing me.” Layla looks as if she were personally insulted. “Why do I even bother with you? I smirk. “Because I make your life a little more interesting.” She huffs but doesn’t refute it. The Ghost That Haunts Me While Layla keeps herself occupied with the make-over process I get lost in thought. Five years. It’s been five years since I was rejected. Five years since he spoke the words that tore me to pieces without pausing.

His eyes were bloodshot. "Kathy, how could you do this? We've been together for seven years. Seven years, and you're ready to walk away over something like this? Have you stopped caring about the company too?" Seven years. Hearing that only made it sound more ridiculous. I looked at him, and my tone turned icy. "And what have you actually given me in the past seven years? You know exactly how many nights I stayed up working for your company and how much effort I put into it.

That was the price I willingly paid for my devotion. And he had accepted the wrong person with a clear conscience, misplaced his loyalty, and in doing so, destroyed all my hopes. He approached, trembling, his voice a new low of humility. "That sham wedding never happened... I know everything now, Elena. Can we start over?" I looked at him and gently shook my head, without a hint of hesitation. "There's no going back." His tall frame froze, as if he were a wandering ghost who had waited for me for two years, only to be denied the salvation he had imagined.

Five years of marriage. Then I saw his post. “Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself. Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.