Fragments Of The Past นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That smile broke her heart now. She grabbed scissors and shredded their wedding photo, tearing it to pieces before hurling the scraps toward the door. At that moment, the door swung open and Remi appeared in the doorway. The frame hit him square in the chest, and the wedding photo fell to the floor. He looked down at the destroyed image and silently bent to pick it up. "Ariel." He stepped inside, and only then did Ariel see the woman behind him. Just like three years ago, Remi had brought Ella back into their home.

--- Somewhere between the past and the future— They had found something fragile. Something new. Something worth trying for. --- And this time— Neither of them ran from it.

A fragment of Kade. I gathered it. Held it. Protected it. *Good. Now another. And another.* Hours. Maybe days. Time meant nothing here. But piece by piece, I gathered him. Every fragment. Every scattered piece. And with each piece, he became stronger. More present. *Almost there. Just a few more.* I reached for the last fragment. The deepest one. And found it tangled. Caught. Held by something that shouldn't exist. A presence. Ancient. Vast. Hungry.

Again. The fragments dissolve. Not gone — they are never gone — but submerged, pushed beneath the surface of the day like stones into deep water. They will stay there until she sleeps again, and then they will return, as they always return, with their severed images and their phantom pains and their complete, awful absence of faces.

"Are you alright?" I blinked back at him, the memory fragment fading as quickly as it appeared. "I…I think I saw something," I whispered, a sliver of hope flickering within me. Dr. Evans' eyes lit up. "Tell me everything," she urged, leaning forward in her chair. I recounted the fragmented memory, the frustration building with each missing detail. "It's not much," I admitted, feeling dejected. "It's a start," Dr. Evans countered gently. "These fragmented memories could be breadcrumbs leading you back to your past."

Ivy I used to think the past was like an old photo album—something you could close, tuck away on a shelf, and only pull out when you felt nostalgic or brave enough to revisit. But I was wrong. The past doesn’t stay in albums. It lives in your bones. It shows up when you least expect it. In quiet moments. In loud ones. In love. In fear. In the cracks between who you were and who you’re trying so desperately to become.

Stooping down, I tried to gather the scattered pieces of memory I had managed to capture. My hands trembled as I picked up the fractured remains-the ID card, the wig, and worst of all, the broken fragments of my camera. Each piece cut like glass in my palms, sharp reminders of everything that had just unfolded.

Then nothing. The penthouse returned abruptly. The city. The broken glass. The whiskey on the floor. My breathing was slightly uneven. I hated that. Even after all these years. Even now. The memories still found ways to return. I stared at the shattered pieces scattered across the marble. For a long moment, I didn't move. The past had a way of staying exactly where you left it. Waiting. Patient. Ready to remind you why certain mistakes couldn't be repeated. I closed my eyes briefly.

I stretched as I got out of bed. I checked the time it was already eleven, which was unusual for me. I never slept in, not even on the weekends. I made my way to my dresser leisurely. My eye went to the broken frame which Nichole had shattered a few days ago. Sara and I had stayed up late trying to glue the pieces back together but it didn't really make much of a difference, it was ruined. My heart clenched painfully. The photo-frame had been the last gift my mother had given.

Whenever I try to recall something from my past, my head starts hurting. After Sato brushed my hair, I excused myself and went out of the room. This Palace is massive. I've always wanted to see in person the architectural structure of Palaces from olden times. The ruins that I visited in the future held nothing but rubble. As I was walking, I saw Dōsan in the garden. I decided to approach him to thank him for saving me. "My Lord." I said while bowing. He turned to look at me.