History Repeats Itself As Farce Mga Nobela at Kwento

Noah explained. “Why did Grandpa decide to play such a prank on us?” Sophia mused. “If you see him, please do ensure to ask him that question; I really do f*cking need an answer myself.” Simon grunted in frustration. “If you had stayed married to Anna instead of divorcing her for the gold digger, maybe you would have gotten an heir by now.” Mia stated. The whole room tensed up, knowing how Simon usually reacted whenever anything from five years ago was brought up.

Just like last time. Hell, why was life so unfair? And suddenly she knew. History was repeating itself and their group would fall apart again and there was nothing she could do. It only confirmed what she been doubting all along; what happened six years ago had not been a mistake. No. It was destined to happen this way and their friendships were doomed.

I had been so foolish to not notice it the first time we tried to run away together. Once, I had believed that smile and had woken up later to find out that she was gone, Cassius gloating about how he had taken my best friend from me. It was like Deja Vu and I watched in horror as he kept choking her, the light in her eyes going out. History was repeating itself. The question was, would I allow it to happen again?

He will never walk into a trap or get himself killed because of a foolish decision. I blink. The man I got to know after traveling through time definitely won’t. Yet…he died over a foolish decision and walked into a trap knowingly. Before, it was for me. Now, it’s for Ronac. Does history have a sick way of repeating? As I stand there, staring at the open door and empty corridor, I find myself thinking about things I didn’t think about before. What if…there is no way to change the fate? What if I have been fighting for a lost cause?

Could he sense what I had seen, did he know the horrors that had been and was yet to come. I merely stood there with my hands fisted at my side as I shook my head in disbelief, I couldn’t get the images I had seen out of my head. They were not of what was to come but of what had happened so long ago in the past. Was history repeating itself, was that what this was all about. My eyes flew up to Rafe as I clenched my jaw, my lips were trembling and so was my whole entire body. I remembered at that moment what Rafe had shown me, what he forced into my head before I fainted.

I had never expected this from the girl I loved the most in the world. I'm not sure when I started crying. As soon as a teardrop falls on my hand I realize that I was weeping. This happens almost every night. I dream of her and wake up with her voice. I can't sleep the whole night, thinking about her. Though nowadays I'm handling myself well, this marriage again cracked me up. When I was struggling to get over my recent breakup my old ex-girlfriend entered in my life. I wished God could execute this coincidence with Meera. I would be happier by getting married to my ex.