Fragments Of The Past 소설 & 이야기

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.

“You remember.” My lips parted, but no words came out. My mind screamed to deny, deny, deny, but my heart… my heart betrayed me. I could still feel it, the crackle of firelight, the scent of cedar, the way his eyes had burned as he leaned in that night. “Fragments,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “Just pieces. They're just pieces and not enough to make sense of it.” “Bullshit.” His nostrils flared as he roared, the tension in his shoulders going taut like a bowstring. “Pieces are enough. You said you didn’t know me at all, was that another lie too?”

With her long lashes and frail appearance, she resembled a baby doe. Again, just like during our midnight meetings, my heartstrings tugged. Seeing her in such a vulnerable, fragile state caused a deep, unsettling pain that I couldn’t reconcile. I was certain there was something between us, but I couldn’t bring it to the surface yet. Our past was significant, so much that it plagued me daily, but I had forgotten entirely. How was it possible to erase a section of my life? For now, it was sealed like a time capsule awaiting future discovery. I just hoped it was sooner than later.

"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."

"Half Collector, half Hungry." "That should not be possible," Old Fragment rustled from her corner of the war room. Her crumpled-paper body had been deteriorating since the Utterance's partial awakening, flaking at the edges like a book left in the rain. "The Creditors and the Hungry separated eons ago. The organized and the feral. They do not mix."

I prompted. “It can only twist what it can touch,” she said. “Which means it thrives on fragments—half-heard thoughts, half-felt emotions. It takes one bad moment and stretches it until it looks like a pattern. But it wasn’t here for what came before we bound. It doesn’t know the whole story.” She stepped closer to me, chin lifting.

I tucked her into bed and said gently, "Tomorrow, you'll go to your new school and make new friends. Let's leave all the unhappy things behind us, okay?" Yvette nodded. That night, I lay down beside her. We'd both had a long, exhausting day. Soon, we drifted off to sleep. After dropping Yvette off at school the next morning, I headed to report in at my new company. On the way, I happened to scroll past a new post from Susan on Instagram. It was a photo of Harold and Jacob. In the picture, Harold was listening intently to a doctor in a white coat, while Jacob sat obediently beside him.

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.

he said. Then he opened the door and stepped out, disappearing as suddenly as he had arrived. The room fell silent once more, but this time, it wasn’t just fear that filled it. It was something worse, panic because the past they had tried so desperately to bury, had just walked back into their lives alive and ready to destroy them.