Forever In The Past Novels & Stories

Marco hadn't woken up in three years and there was no guarantee that he ever will And yet we were still clinging to the full little hope that someday he might and then the two of us could I have forever for ourselves. For ever was the most forbidden concept for humans. Humans at the end of the day as we are, are mortal and perishable. It took me back to memory of a seminar that I attended once, there we talked about humans mortality and their perishability and I could never get her words out of my mind. "You see." She started.

CHAPTER 96 Eternal Eternal - having no beginning and no end in time; lasting forever; existing at all times; always true or valid; seeming to last forever 96 NICK'S POV When I think about the day that I married Savannah, I couldn't help but smile at every detail of it. I would always and proudly say that it was indeed one of the greatest and most fulfilling days of my life. One of the best days that I would say I'm proud of having been through.

It was a message from Julie, "Thanks, sweetheart for last night. It was a rare experience to reminisce. I wish we could do it again and again." Immediately the memory was revoked in his mind. He conceded in his heart that it had been a night like no other and thinking about it hauntingly rekindled in him a fervent desire to want to soak in the same pleasure.

Until I let go, Ancanta was forever away from me, forever unable to return. “The past things are as old as the wind, when they fly away, they will never come back. Elves or gods and even demons, we all have endless time to enjoy the future; so I don't think you should be too sad about the past." The goddess seemed to see through my mood, and involuntarily spoke up.

“Not just patch the cracks. Not just survive. We need to rise.” Maria looked at her. “Rise from what?” Celeste’s eyes were steady. “From fire. From fracture. From everything we’ve lost.” Maria closed her journal. “Then we need a pact.” Celeste tilted her head. “A pact?” Maria nodded. “Something that binds us. Something that reminds us why we began.” They called it The Phoenix Pact.

The music is everlasting… The music is everlasting… The music is everlasting... When everyone dies and rests forever in my hand…, let me through the dark and the music will take you to your destination because the music is everlasting…. The music is everlasting… the music is everlasting. Your days will be over and you have to go…. Everyone will forget you, all you will be is history to your loved ones. The pain shall rain on your skin and the burn shall last forever. You will be nothing but history to your loved ones… Let me through the dark…

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.

Aria pov "You're mine now, Aria," he murmured, his warm breath ghosting against my ear, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine. The intimacy in his words curled around me like a snake, constricting, stifling. "Forever and always." I instinctively recoiled, a wave of revulsion crashing over me like icy water. Each resonant syllable echoed in my mind with an unsettling finality, turning the promise 'forever and always' into a grim proclamation, conjuring agonizing visions of endless torment that I could hardly bear to envision.

And now, her absence created a hollow ache in my chest, the silence amplifying her absence until it felt deafening A hollow ache settled in my stomach; regret gnawed at me. I told myself it was nothing, just a fleeting moment but how could I deny the intensity of what we had shared? As much as I tried to dismiss Avery, her image persisted: the warmth of her touch, the sweetness of her voice, the depth of her care. Her absence amplified that loss, until the silence felt deafening, and my inaction was a heavy burden of failed responsibility.

Then, he said calmly, "Luna, I indeed had done you wrong before. Please forgive me." "Nicholas, it's too late to seek forgiveness now. The damage has been done, so no, I won't forgive you. But I won't hold a grudge either because, to me, you're now just a stranger." His body trembled a little at my words. Then, he stood still and lowered his head silently.