History Doesn't Repeat Itself But It Does Rhyme 소설 & 이야기

I finished for him. “Exactly. What we’ve learned, is that it has happened more than I think anyone realizes. Its actually common, especially when there are two princesses in one generation. But what we won’t learn from these books, is your future. Because nothing ever repeats it seems.” He sighs and runs his hand over his face while I understand his frustration finally. I can share it. Hours spent. And all we learned, was that we had no idea what was to come. “so what do Oly and I do now?”

"You need to join the party tonight, Mr. Mercado. You must! You don't have a choice. This is a very good opportunity for a Mercado to be inside the Gonzalez mansion. The Gonzalez mansion was opened for people just for today. You should take this chance to know more about the history of Antonio Nataniel Gonzalez, your great grandfather's archenemy. He doesn't have any direct descendants because her only child and daughter went missing. And historians are claiming that his daughter died during the great revolution." Elise ended her phone call with her unbothered long speech.

And the unbearable thought that history might repeat itself… Unless I make the one choice that will break her. Break us both.

He sure knows that I am in disorder right now after knowing the truth about Andrea's childhood friend. "Ironic isn't it? It seems history repeats itself," he said while taking a green apple from the peninsula. He took a bite and leaned on the granite countertop behind him. "Fuck history. Who says I will let it repeat itself," I callously stated. "You are not going to go all destiny on me again, Raphael. I am done with that sermon." "Speak for yourself!"

We realized that our shared history, no matter how tumultuous, could serve as a catalyst for growth, understanding, and ultimately, healing. As the truth unfolded and the echoes of the past grew faint, we found ourselves standing on the precipice of a new beginning—a chance to redefine our relationship and rewrite our shared narrative. We chose to embrace the lessons learned from the twists and turns of our ancestral history, using them as stepping stones toward a future grounded in love, trust, and a profound understanding of the complexities of human nature.

Each of those endings ended the same way. A thousand lifetimes. A thousand betrayals. And now, once again, history had carved me into its cruel pattern. The history had repeated itself. I was cast aside. I had been forgotten. I had been replaced. My breath caught as the truth struck me. This pain wasn't new. This wasn't the first time. I was certain of it. I couldn't be wrong. I had been here before. I had lived. I had died. And now I live again.

“Well…” I set my crystal glass down with a sharp clink, pinning him in place with my stare. “What if history is already repeating itself as we speak, Thomas?”

He’s resting back fully his thumb pressed against his bottom lip as he states “That is very false” I sighed loudly. “A little overconfident aren’t you” “My baby in your belly proves that to be very false” “The past is the past” “And the past is often known to repeat itself” “Only if you don’t learn from your mistake. And I have learned, once bitten, twice shy. Literally been there, and got the t-shirt in the form of a nine month package, I assure you, I do not want a repeat” “I’m not a monk Penelope.”

Just disappointed. That somehow didn't feel good. "You expected this?" I thought there was something like that going on. He scanned through the files in the archives. History has a residue of traces; it always does. He skimmed the pages, all old ones. The issue is that, when people forget something, they think it's gone. I stayed quiet. Eryn continued. History saved is helpful. A pause. "History ignored is dangerous," he said. The sentence has stuck in my mind.

The history of twenty-five years visible in a single sweep. "Full circle," he says. "Not full circle," she says. He looks at her. "No?" "Full circle implies we're back where we started," she says. "We're not back where we started. We're in a completely different place that rhymes with where we started." She holds his gaze. "The same structure. Completely different foundation." "The new version," he says. "Always the new version," she says. "Every year it's a newer version." She looks at the room. "That's the point. If it were a full circle we'd be going around. We're going forward."