Fragments Of The Past Novels & Stories

Gideon stood next to her, trying not to laugh, like I was a joke to him. I grabbed his wrist. I wasn't trying to hurt him. I remembered what he was like when he first came to the city. I couldn't bring myself to do anything to him. He screamed anyway and jerked back. Charlotte rushed in and shoved me hard, sending me straight into a full-length mirror. It shattered, and I went face-first into the glass. Blood ran down my face as my palms and bare calves split open almost instantly. That was the day my life fell apart.

Hated the way everyone else seemed so sure— While she stood in the middle of it all, unable to even trust her own memories. --- Her grip tightened. The page crinkled slightly under her fingers. “Stop doing this,” she muttered. The words weren’t directed at the diary. Not really. They were directed at him. At the past. At everything that refused to give her answers. --- “I was there,” she said, voice lower now. Tighter. “I should remember.” --- But she didn’t. Not fully. Not clearly. Just fragments. Broken pieces that didn’t fit together the way they should.

"Listen to me,I know this is mentally draining for you, just know, You're not just some object that can be bought and sold. You're human with thoughts and feelings, and you deserve so much more than that." His words hit me hard,and my eyes got teary. "You're the only person who's ever treated me like that," I whispered. " You remember?" He shifts on his seat. " Don't all, Just some Fragments here and there" Levi leaned forward, his eyes showing how concerned he is, "Fragments? What kind of fragments?" he paused,"Anything that might give us a clue about what happened to you?" I shook my head, still struggling to process the jumbled memories that flashes through my mind. "Just bits and pieces,

They will change everything. fragments. Let’s keep breaking and mending hearts.

Because even here— It didn’t belong. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said. “Neither should you.” That hit harder than I expected. “I didn’t choose this.” “Neither did we.” The plural made my stomach twist. “We?” I repeated. The thing shifted. Its form flickering more violently now. As if the connection itself was straining under its presence. “Fragments,” it said. “Broken pieces.” Of the source. Of the system. Of whatever this was. “And you’re trying to come through,” I realized.

We treaded cautiously, mindful of the sacredness that still lingered despite the desecration that had befallen this once-sacred abode. Amidst the wreckage, fragments of forgotten lives revealed themselves to us, like shards of a shattered mosaic. A broken pottery shard adorned with faded patterns spoke of the humble offerings made by pious devotees, their devotion immortalized in the fragments that remained. A tattered piece of fabric, once vibrant and rich with color, hinted at the tapestries that once adorned the temple walls, now faded and threadbare.

I think I'm starting to fall in love with you. Without Kenzo and Khanza noticing, someone was watching from behind the wall beside the open door. He — Keanu, was observing Kenzo and Khanza while clenching his fists. His jaw tightened and the next second, Keanu closed his eyes. Beside him, Ven's transparent figure looked just as frustrated. Keanu had heard everything from Ven. All the things that happened to Khanza and their connection with what happened two hundred years ago. “Keanu, I really can't see big sister Khanza and big brother Kenzo like this. I won't be able to see history repeating itself. Because I remember all my life in the past. This is too much, Keanu. Can't they be happy?"

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.

That was when I told myself that I had to grow up and bury the past. I grew up professionally, but I buried love with the past. That was, until the day I met Frank. A strange feeling went through my heart when I saw him. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. It’s just that every time I worked up the courage to get a little closer to him, I’d remember the past and feel like he was going to laugh at me, too. “You’re such a thinker. Are you okay?” His voice suddenly snapped me out of my reverie. It sounded like an alarm clock waking me from a nightmare.

He took out a cheque and signed it. ** Kai kept his eyes staring at the boring ceiling of his room. It has been hours since he laid on the mattress yet he still couldn't fall into a slumber that he's been desiring. "Fuck," He muttered. "Let me fucking sleep," His bruise is hurting. He couldn't stop thinking. Everything that happened that day played his brain like a broken disc. The way his father insulted and hurt him felt like deja vu, for a million times now. "You're hurt? By him again? You're a man and you're being fragile? Humiliating," Kai talks to himself.