Forever In The Past Novels & Stories

Wouldn't it be good for us to be together forever? "No." I stared at him, enunciating each word, "I don't want to be with you forever. My past life's choice was a mistake. In this life, I have someone I truly love. "Even if you drag me to my death, I will find him again. I will fall in love with him again. As long as I have my memories and as long as I can choose, I will never choose you!" "Savannah!" a desperate voice rang out.

“Fine. Just be back early I almost laugh. He’s already acting like my owner. He has no idea the leash snapped the second I opened my eyes ten years earlier. The rest of the day passes slowly. I keep seeing Damian’s face in my mind, hearing his voice. The way he said “We’ve done this before” sticks to my ribs like a splinter I can’t get out. I walk to the park in the late afternoon, hoping the fresh air will help. It doesn’t. The same bench. The same breeze. A single text arrives on my phone Tick tock. My pulse spikes. I spin around, scanning the crowd. Parents. Joggers. A couple on a picnic

Whatever faint echoes of the past might remain in the deepest corners of existence, we had already won. Completely. As night fell and we returned to the master chamber to lose ourselves in each other once more, I closed my eyes and smiled into the darkness. This was our eternity. This was our forever. This was the light that would never fade.

“And we have so much to do before then. College, careers, finding that perfect piece of land for our little house. But I want you to know, with absolute certainty, that I’m not going anywhere. You are it for me. You’re the ‘forever’ I’ve been looking for.” The word, “forever,” resonated deep within me, a bell tolling with joyous certainty. He wasn't just saying he loved me; he was saying he saw a lifetime with me. He was promising me a future, a shared destiny, painted with the colors of our shared dreams.

Not in life but in impact. Not gone but transformed. Into memory. Into love. Into the foundation of who I am. That's inheritance. That's forever. That's everything.

Like I’m being dragged back to that moment—standing there, unable to do anything while everything slipped away from me. She’s gone. Not missing. Not coming back. Gone. Forever. My jaw tightens, and I turn away from him, continuing toward the mansion. Jake quickly follows. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to—” “It’s fine, Jake,” I cut in, my voice low. “It’s been ten years.” I pause briefly before adding, “Some things are better left in the past.” Jake goes quiet for a second. “But what if they don’t stay in the past?” he asks carefully. “What if they come back now… in the worst way possible?”

I doubt death changed his methods much. I read it a fourth time anyway, at my desk, with the city going dark orange outside my window and my father's old shipping charts still bolted to the wall behind me because I've never gotten around to taking them down. Thirty days. One marriage. One year, uninterrupted, or the whole empire slides sideways into the cousin's lap. It's the kind of clause a sentimental old man writes when he's dying and wants a story out of his granddaughter's life instead of a balance sheet. It's also, if I'm being honest with myself, the kind of gift I have not been handed in a very long time.

- M WITH FIVE FRIDGES FIVE TABLES 70 PEOPLE 10 YEARS FATHER HUSBAND FOREVER FOREVER Lucien added, white shirt 15 dirt patches, ring 10 years: Ten years later, he still wears blue good luck shirt with 15 drool patches, same shirt 10 years, faded but blue still good luck, still wedding shirt, still forever shirt, he still counts 70 people, he still eats 10 pancakes, now Mara eats 34, he still sees purple, he still owns me forever, now we own 5 fridges, 5 tables, 70 people, 2 galleries, small chair and big camera and 10 socks hanging 10 years, good possessive includes 5 fridges, 5 tables, 70 people, 2 galleries, 10 socks, 10 years, good possessive forever forever forever forever forever 10 year

Something is wrong. Girl 1: Anyway, I don't believe any of your stories, he is a wise man. Well, she reads my mind. Girl 2: I am going to have fun with him, you just keep watching. Girl 1: Okey, we wait for that. The two girls leave the restroom but one of them, sure the girl 2, says to herself looking at the mirror: " I'll never forget what you have done for my father two years ago, I'll make you pay for it Eric Finn. It's time to be done before any one reveals the truth." Then, she leaves too.

‘Hearts never forget. I know deep down she is right, somewhere in my subconscious I never forget about Irina. With her I feel like home, and there is nowhere else I want to be. I wish this moment with her would not come to an end. ‘I wish to go back to 2003,’ he said. ‘I will look for you Irina, and make sure you’ll be mine, and I won’t ever return,’ he added. ‘I will stay with you in the past.’