Fragments Of The Past 소설 & 이야기

Mae suddenly felt less like their rescuer and more like another weapon dropped into their city. Lucien’s chains lowered to the ground. “Fragments,” he said carefully. “Pieces of a timeline that no longer exists in the same sequence.” Mae stared at him, waiting for the part that made sense. He swallowed once, the movement too human for a god of law. “We remember it. You do not.”

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.

I wasn’t able to stop them from rolling down my cheeks no matter how hard I tried. “I felt like I was totally incomplete, Liam… that there was a big part of my p-past that no matter what I do, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t remember it. I already have some puzzle pieces, but I couldn’t solve the whole picture. What if in that part of my life, I became a f-filthy kind of woman who was never meant to be with you? That my past was trapped in a muddy ground that will never reach you?” My voice cracked, and I could not stop myself from sobbing anymore.

he explains. “What do you mean?” “He said he and his group had flashbacks to their previous lives together. They were shown moments where their past selves had made mistakes so that they could make sure they didn’t make the same mistakes this time around. Do you have those flashbacks?” He asks. “No,” I shake my head.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

No Mirra’s calm voice pointing out the flaws in his logic before he made a disastrous call. No need to be better. Just power moving in circles. Ronan’s mouth tightened. The entity was trying to make him crave the past because the past required nothing but strength. It didn’t require vulnerability. It didn’t require letting people matter enough to hurt. He looked at Selene as she spoke and felt, with bitter clarity, that the past had been easier because it had been emptier. “This entity seeks to dismantle us by making us crave the past,” Ronan said, and he heard his own voice sound like the sea at night—steady, deep, carrying. “By making us reject the present and the future we’re building.”

Then another memory hit—the screensaver, the video, Liana’s words in the restroom. Something clicked. I pulled out my phone, opened the video again, and zoomed in. “Alex!” I hissed, tears rushing to my eyes as if they had been given permission to escape. The signs were there, but I was too blind to see them. I hurried home. Thankfully, Margaret wasn’t in. I dumped out my school bag, spilling everything onto the floor. I searched frantically until my eyes found it—the diamond necklace. My brows furrowed. The main diamond was shaped like the letter L.