History Is All You Left Me Novels & Stories

The moment the men's eyes landed on my bare skin, the madness in them intensified. I screamed with every ounce of my strength, "My dad is the wealthiest man in Starbury! My mom is the queen of pop! Touch me, and every one of you will die!" Though forced to reveal my trump cards, it sounded more like the ravings of someone at the edge of death. Sure enough, all I received were endless laughs. Countless rough hands roamed over my body as a burning hardness pressed against my thigh. Weakly, I closed my eyes. I could feel my heart sink into complete despair.

Maya. I cursed under my breath and leaned against the counter, staring at the shards scattered across the tiles. A part of me wanted to leave them there, let them cut into my feet until I bled, just so the pain would make sense. But another part of me hated the mess, hated how it reminded me of what she said the night she left. “You ruin everything you touch, Alvarez. Even me.” I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing her voice like it was yesterday. I wanted to scream, to tear through the silence of this apartment, but the only sound was the ringing in my head.

I switched my phone to speaker mode, hoping Lucian would hear the zombies’ growls outside. Lucian not only ignored it, but his voice also turned cold. “Eira, if you keep acting this way, we should call off the engagement.” Hearing this, a chill ran through my body. We had been childhood sweethearts, but after Liana appeared, not only Castiel, but even Lucian changed. Just because Liana wanted to bathe, Castiel and Lucian led a group on an expedition to find clean water. But in the apocalypse, water was the most precious resource.

He deliberately trailed off, sliding his hand down Kelly's arm to grab her wrist. I sniffled, but as I stared at that hand that had held mine countless times before, I suddenly found that I had no tears to cry. My voice was a lot calmer and steadier than I had expected when I said, "No need. We're no longer an item, so I wish you two all the best." With that, I turned to leave. The smile on Zachary's face froze momentarily, but then he let out a scoff. "What's with the tough and stubborn act? You'll definitely come crawling back to me within three days. Anyway, I guess I'll just have to enjoy myself with my new babe for today."

I turned back to the screen. Photo after photo of Jaeren and me trying on wedding gowns and tuxedos flickered before my eyes. Smiles. Surprise. Sighs. Disappointment. All the joys and sorrows that belong to being human. Were they precious? Or were they pain? To me now, they were nothing but memories. I had already become a bystander to them all. I closed my eyes and carved every image deeply into my mind. Then I deleted everything with a single click.

"Keira, I managed to connect with the version of me from your world. He asked me to take care of you." Liam held my hand and sighed. "But Demi and I grew up together. I promised her I wouldn't leave unless she chose to walk away first." Looking into his reddened eyes, I thought of the person I had left behind in my original world, and my heart softened. "I understand. I guess love comes down to who was there first." It hurt more than I could say, but I couldn't bear losing him, too. So I compromised. "I'll wait. I'll wait until she decides to leave."

Watch me break. Until there was nothing left but ash.

Good boy. " That's my favorite band! Your missing out on life here! " I yelled He smirked, " Whatever you say Princess. " I knew what playlist to play now. I tapped on the album " American Beauty/ American Psycho " " Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me, for centuries Just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries! " I sang along to the music. " Wow, also a good singer, any other hidden talents I have yet to discover? "

Tara. That's all I have left. ---

It happened on the last shipment run I ever went on. My boyfriend and my best friend left me behind at the transfer station. I waited there for half an hour before they remembered they were one person short. Lawson called me, impatience all over his voice. "Why didn't you get in the truck?" "We're in a hurry for the celebration dinner tonight. We can't turn around." "Stop making a scene. Figure it out yourself." My mouth opened. No sound came out. Beth's voice carried through the line, clear and grating. "We're all adults here. Why does every little thing have to be handled for her?" "She has to grow up sometime." I listened to all of it and hung up without a word. The old me would have apol