I Got A Feeling That I Just Can't Erase Novels & Stories

Instead, I felt proud that my emotions weren't stopping me from achieving what I wanted to. The fact that I was recently being so impassive was probably because of the embarrassment I faced. I purposely glued my mind to the fact that I wasn't going to give up on ruining Jace and Jill. They weren't worth my time, but I was still willing to delete them from this world.

KEI I couldn’t stop shaking. Every inch of my skin still tingled with the remnants of his touch, the heat of his body still lingering like a ghost that refused to leave. As I walked away from Gio’s apartment, my mind raced, replaying every moment of the night, every word, every look. But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the steps ahead, I couldn’t shake the deep, sinking feeling of emptiness that had settled in my chest.

The kind that rewrites you. Changes you. Turns you into something you don’t recognize anymore. I staggered back, my breathing uneven, my chest tight like I couldn’t get enough air. “No…” But the memories didn’t stop. They never stopped. I saw myself Smaller. Younger. Lying on a table. Eyes open. Unable to move. “Emotional retention is higher than expected.” “Remove it.” Tears slipped down my face now. Hot. Real. “They tried to erase me…” I whispered.

“At a party. About my writing. I know that. I know I cried. But I can’t… hear it anymore. I can see the room without the sound.” It was deeply unsettling. I knew I would never wake up one day and have it come back. This wasn’t forgetting. This was erasure. But there was a strange, thin… lightness where that burn had lived. Like I’d been bracing around an ache for so long I’d forgotten what it felt like to straighten my spine. I didn’t feel *better*. Just… less weighted in that one exact spot. The fortune‑teller’s eyes gleamed. “In exchange,” she said, “a truth.”

~ ANNA ~ "I believed," I confess with a murmur, feeling a wave of chaotic emotions surge through my heart, like an uncontrollable tide. "I just… I didn't think that" I shake my head, trying to push away my own depreciative thoughts. I feel the weight of the words that almost escape my lips; it's nearly unbearable and leaves a bitter taste. Memories and hopes that were long buried.

Strong. Clear. Unmistakable. “She didn’t erase it,” I mutter. No. She tried. I felt it. Felt something press against my mind, subtle and careful, like fingers sliding between thoughts. And for a moment— It worked. For a moment, everything blurred. Faded. Disconnected. But the bond— The bond didn’t let it hold. My wolf snarls low in my chest. Mine. Not erased. Not forgotten. Never. I push myself to my feet too quickly.

“It feels like I’m on my own.” The words lingered in the air. Heavy. Lonely. Real. Because that was exactly what it felt like. No one was truly on my side. Not really. Not anymore. And I was getting tired. So tired. My body felt weaker than before. Every day. Every moment. Like something inside me was slowly giving up. “I can’t…” I whispered. “I can’t keep doing this…” A sharp wave of discomfort passed through me, forcing me to close my eyes for a moment.

“Fuck…” The word slips out under my breath, low and frustrated, as I tilt my head back, letting the water run over my face, down my neck, trying—failing—to drown her out. It doesn’t work. Of course it doesn’t. If anything, it makes it worse. Because now there’s nothing else to focus on and the fact that I can still feel her, not physically, but there. Under my skin, in my chest. Like something carved into me that refuses to be erased.

But I can’t find the words. I feel the sting of the truth. The truth that no matter how much I try to push it away, no matter how much I try to convince myself that this is just a chapter in their past, something is still there. Something unresolved. Something that neither of them has ever truly let go of.

Of our future. So why do I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe? Why does it feel like the more protected I am, the more of me disappears?