Novel & Cerita Fragments Of The Past

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

“This is?” Realizing the familiar scene, yet put on a heavy emphasis towards the difference of each shard and broken pieces. Where a particular scene is playing at each broken one, yet peculiarly some scenes that are too blurry to see are falling fast than the others. Hitting that somewhat none existing floor and breaking it into much tinier pieces and vanishing into thin air. The ones that remain afloat and different from the latter are now facing her. Like a puzzle that she needed to solve, yet is bringing the warning that’s making her sweat with coldness and unexplainable dread that she never had before. Each piece of the glass is showing her a promise, yet somewhat a curse that are and m

My body could not take it because I lacked stamina. It seemed that I had to go on morning runs to train my body. I did not want to see my body collapse before I went abroad. I started dwelling on different kinds of things. At that time, Layla came in with some ointment. “I acted rashly. I thought you wanted to beat the child up. I’m sorry.” My hands stiffened while holding the books. She was apologizing to me, which was unprecedented. I was surprised.

All the moments I tried to place in the back of my mind came out as a fervent reminder of the past, ones that opened like a book to show me its pages. It was a moment when I was completely paralyzed. I didn't know how to interpret what glittered as if it were the most important thing in his collection, that he had that trophy in a place that many consider significant left me in a complete transience because for a person like him, a prize for eating meat in a forgotten town in nothingness, should not be something to be proud of above all things. It didn't fit with anything on its façade.

The fragments of their story, scattered across time, now hinted at the prospect of a reunion. Unable to resist the pull, Alexander decided to venture into the heart of the city, where every corner held the whispers of their history. He navigated the familiar streets, each step resonating with the echoes of their bygone days. The city, ever-changing yet eternal, bore witness to the complex tapestry of emotions that defined their journey. As he approached their once-shared haunts, a mix of nostalgia and trepidation enveloped him. The café where they had shared countless conversations, the park where promises were made, and the streets where footsteps had echoed in unison—all stood as silent wi

She vividly remembered her mother slipping on the staircase when she was only nine years old, resulting in her sudden demise. After spending some time in bed, gathering herself to recover from her frightened state, she mustered the strength to rise and stood before her dressing table, where she was confronted once again with the sight of her bleeding nose. Overwhelmed by a mix of fear and confusion, she swiftly reached for a tissue paper and gently wiped away the crimson streaks.

The hope of another college accepting me felt like a mirage shimmering on a distant horizon. My footsteps echoed hollowly on the pavement as I set out. There were no signs promising 'Help Wanted' in the windows I passed, each one reflecting back a girl with uncertain eyes. I smoothed my hair down, feeling the scrutiny of my own gaze. How does one even begin to piece together a life that's been so abruptly disassembled?

E-2's voice was barely coherent: "Can't escape. Need to connect. Need to be part of collective. Alone is... alone is breaking me. Everything is fragments without connection." "I know. I feel it too. The pull. The desire to merge. But E-2, you've been manipulated so much you can't tell authentic connection from enforced merger. Let me get you somewhere safe. Somewhere you can heal enough to choose whether you want collective consciousness from stable foundation rather than desperate fragmentation." "Can't... can't be stable. Geneva broke that part. Just fragments trying to hold together. Collective would hold me together. Except it won't accept me. Too broken even for collective consciousness

She continued, "You're brilliant and powerful, the golden boy of Elmstead… and I'm just an ordinary woman with a painful past. I'm not good enough for you, so maybe… we should call off the wedding." Caden slowly looked up, and his heart immediately ached when he noticed the unease on her face. He set down the report and asked, "Can you tell me about what happened to you these past few years?" Aurora didn't expect that response, and it took her a few seconds to process it. Eventually, she gave a small nod. "Okay. Seven years ago, my birth parents took me home from the orphanage…" she began recounting her past, her voice soft and growing quieter as she couldn't help but sob softly.

“No.” Her eyes sharpen. “You don’t understand the cycle. You were never meant to exist alone. The halves were created to be reabsorbed. Balance restored. Order restored.” Heat rises under my skin moonfire trying to flare. My voice shakes with anger. Or maybe fear. “I’m not a fragment.” “You are exactly a fragment,” she says simply. “And all fragments return.” A force wraps around my chest gentle but unbreakable like invisible hands trying to pull me forward.