Forgotten What I Started Fighting For Novels & Stories

Hope he’d come back. Because for the first time in my life, I wasn’t fighting for a company, or power, or revenge. I was fighting for the one person who made me believe in something good. And if I lost him this time again, I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

I whisper again. But I know the answer. Because somewhere along the way… I stopped walking alone. And now I don’t remember how to be the weapon I once was. The battle was never out there. It’s in here. And for the first time in my life, I don’t know if I’ll win it.

I was fighting myself. I was fighting my feelings

Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed. But until when I can fight? Until when I will fight? Who or what am I fighting for, really? I can't remember whom or what I am fighting for. I'm starting to lose my strength. I'm starting to lose hope. I wished to be unbroken. But until now, nothing happened. I am still broken. Yes, I already had true friends who are always there by my side. But ... it's not enough. It's not enough ... but there's something or someone who can maybe fix my broken self?

I didn’t know how to fight it, how to regain my memories. I took a step back, reluctantly. I didn’t want to, I wanted to jump straight into his arms. But I knew this was him fucking with my mind and my memories. “Chemistry means nothing when you can manipulate this entire world! You are the worst fucking person I know.” I snarled.

Her dark eyes were wide and serious as she gazed at him. "I'll not hear any talk like that. None of us got anywhere by giving up. You are born fighting at birth, taking that first breath and every second after, we can't rely on others to tend to everything. We are born weeping because we know the battle before us, but it calms because we know the worth it has. Never forget that, Whatever age you are, you have a future and you matter to people." Tears sprang to the older man's eyes and he looked away hurriedly to blink them back.

--- Because for the first time since my rebirth. I finally possessed something worth fighting over. --- And that meant the next stage of the war was about to begin.

If it weren’t for Owen, I couldn’t guarantee they would still be here at all. But that didn’t mean I was letting go. I straightened, meeting his gaze. “But I’m not giving up,” I said. His eyes narrowed, studying me. “For a long time, I’ve been fighting for the wrong thing,” I continued. “I’ve worked so hard for it, lost myself chasing it. But now…” My fists curled at my sides, my chest rising with certainty. “Now that I’m fighting for the right thing, expect me to fight even harder.”

I had to fight—not just for myself, but for everything Armando and I held dear. Tears blurred my vision, but they weren’t tears of defeat; they were a painful reminder of everything at stake. I would not allow fear to dictate my fate. I refused to let this nightmare consume me. This battle was mine to win, and I would claw my way through the chaos, fueled by love, hope, and an unyielding resolve.