Four Years Later Novels & Stories

“For four years.” He looked at the table. I watched him absorb this, the confirmation of what he had suspected and the specific weight of what I had just said. Neither did you. For four years. I had been saving that sentence for a long time. Saying it out loud felt less satisfying than I had imagined and more devastating. “Scarlet…”

" You seem to forgetting something. " He lost his smile as he stares at me between his tears. " It's still my baby alone. " He gasped but I turned before seeing his reaction. Max and Xenia came to my side. " Oh my god, look at your neck. " Xenia said, and Max felt kind of guilty but I shook my head. " Let's go back to Hersana. " ........................... It's been four years Looking back at the same lady in the mirror, I wouldn't believe myself.

Caroline’s Point of View Four years. Four years since I left New York. Four years since I walked away from the life I thought I was meant to have. Four years since I decided that I was done waiting for people to choose me, to see my worth, to love me the way I deserved.

Layla's POV. “Look at you,” Adrian said the moment his face appeared on my screen, leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world, his lips slowly stretching into that familiar, teasing smile I had grown up with, “I still can’t believe it. Four years, Layla. Four whole years, and you vanished like smoke. Not even Liam, with all his resources and stubbornness, could find you until four years later. Do you know how insane that is?”

After a long moment, she said, "Answer." "Academy life was fulfilling and meaningful. I completed three core courses: Emotional Control, Absolute Obedience, and Rational Thinking. My final evaluation was 'Excellent.' My instructor's comment was, 'The most successful rehabilitation case of the year.'" I recited the passage word for word, with no inflection at all. The back seat was silent for a long time. Jack muttered, "She's just like Sophia now." I stared straight ahead, expressionless. The city rolled past the window — skyscrapers, overpasses, billboards. None of it looked like I remembered.

“P-Peter, I really don’t know.” Peter immediately looked up and narrowed his eyes. “Do you not know or not remember? Or are you just unable to say anything?” Peter added, “No need to hurry. After all, I’ve got plenty of time on my hands now. It’s been a while since I last came here. Do you remember what happened four years ago?” “Peter!”

But they shouldn't have to. This cannot continue the way it has been continuing. That was the thought. Four days to the hearing. Then we changed the pace. Whatever it costs.

she walks out. *********************** Evan's eyes welled up with tears as he stood before his father's grave, the familiar ache in his chest returning. It had been four years since he'd last set foot in Arendelle, four years since his world was shattered. The memories came flooding back: the laughter, the tears, the arguments, and the ultimate tragedy.

4 MONTHS LATER DAY OF PROM NATALIE POV Ryan and I just celebrated our four-month anniversary. I feel so much better about everything. I am back to playing soccer even though it is the off-season. The grieving group has helped me so much. Cynthia is now one of my best friends. Even my grades are excellent.

My eyes carried a weight that didn't belong in a place like this. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That night, the storm worsened. Snow fell thick and relentless, tapping against the attic windows like whispered warnings. Adrian slept curled beside me, his small back pressed into my chest, his favorite sleep position. I stared at the ceiling, thinking. Four years. Four years since the night I left. Sometimes, in the dark, I wondered if Lucian still existed the way I remembered him — or if grief had reshaped him into something unrecognizable.