Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

That way, she could get him a gift for her apology. After her whole meltdown that evening, the ride home was quiet. On getting to his place, they both went to their separate rooms. The remaining days went by like a blur. They didn't say much to each other and Clara hardly saw him. He was a busy man, he went to work early, and returned late. Then the cycle continues. Whenever he got back, she would’ve been asleep but it didn’t stop her from waking up as she hears the shuffle in his room. Clara wondered what he did in that massive dark room of his.

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.

It looked like an old study that had been cleared out, except for a few papers strewn around, and not much else. I bent to pick one of the papers. It was a long formula explaining relativity. I dropped it again and picked another, then another. It seemed like Mr. McGregor had been fully invested in time travel, to the extent that every single paper there had something to do with the phenomenon that had me back here.

Sara woke up in the middle of the night with tears in her eyes. Though she didn’t know why she was so close to tears. She could only remember being in the house. It was like walking around a museum in her mind. Everything was right where it was supposed to be, but no one was there. There was no other disturbance there. Though it was painful, she thought it was so lonely.

I shouldn't be having such dreams, it's two years passed now and I should have moved on, from even thinking about her. One of the main things, that bothered me, is the fact that I woke up murmuring something, along the line of ' no, don't go.' I was so confused, wondering why such words slipped from my tongue. Eversince that time, I've been trying to block it out, by throwing myself in my work and being present with everything around me.

ONE WEEK LATER They say time heals, but no one mentioned how slowly it crawls when the world you once lived in turns it back on you. It had been a long, slow draining week for me as I had lived in rewind— replaying every mistake, every word and all the moments that led me here. My mum never mentioned what had happened. Not even for once. I don't even think we have exchanged glances since then. Well, apart from the normal daughter-to-mother greeting that we exchanged.

It wasn't necessary cause I wasn't planning on running, not yet. It had been more than a week since I had travelled back in time. I missed technology terribly. I really wished I could hear to Taylor Swift right now. Ugh! At this point I'll be glad even if I saw a toaster. I looked around the room and saw my tools, notes and equipment scattered everywhere. I cleaned up the mess and hid it under the bed. I needed a break.

In addition, the moment I went back to that time when I was still tied up to the chair, my pocket watch would disappear and return to her. I will never be able to travel through time again. However, I would retain all my memories of all my experiences during that time. So, I went back in time and got video footage of the time all three confessed everything they ever did to me in my grandmother’s home with no remorse. I snuck around obtaining evidence of every past evil and cruel deed that would hold up in a court of law.

The fragment smiled—expression that contained infinite's first grasp of finite's worth. "I live. Temporarily. Precious because temporary." But through Luna's chaos-touched perception, we saw complication. The fragment's existence had attracted attention. Something else watched. Something that shouldn't exist. Something impossible.