I Got A Feeling That I Just Can't Erase นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The screen went black, but the echo of my name, my image, my humiliation, lingered like smoke in the air. I backed away from the TV, dizzy. “They ruined me, Ruby. They didn’t just distance themselves, they made me *the story.*” Ruby reached for me, but I pulled away. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. “I need to go.” “Where?” she asked, voice cracking. “Anywhere but here.” “Lena, you can’t just vanish. They’ll” “They already erased me,” I snapped. “I’m just finishing what they started.”

I looked back at the photo. At the kid who looked like me. “Why don’t I remember this?” I asked. Liana’s expression softened slightly. “Because you weren’t supposed to.” Silence. Again. Too much silence. Brandon’s voice broke through it. “They erased it?” “Yes,” she said. I felt something crack in my chest. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough. “They erased years of my life,” I said. “Yes.” “And you’re just telling me this now?” “Yes.” I let out a slow breath.

"I used to think having a girlfriend that others admired was a good thing. But with you, it was different. "I didn’t want anyone else to see how incredible you are. I didn’t want anyone to like you. "I was afraid someone would take you from me. And I was afraid that if you ever found out about the things I did… you’d leave me." His voice grew quieter. "And in the end, you really did leave. So, is this my karma?" … On the way back, neither of us spoke. The road felt endless, the dim streetlights stretching our shadows long across the pavement.

Ashley sighed, inexplicably feeling a little empty in her heart. The matter was resolved exceptionally smoothly. The teacher didn't notice anything wrong, and her parents didn't know about it. Therefore, Ashley didn't receive too many lessons. But it seemed to have brought her endless sequelae. She began to think of the same person over and over again. Something with sourness and a hint of sweetness was budding. Ashley felt this feeling was very inexplicable and at a loss. She didn't dare to tell anyone about it, she felt a little ashamed, and she seemed to have grown up overnight, with her own secrets that she couldn't tell anyone.

Nothing less, nothing more. "Really?" I asked with a smile. But no matter how I try to remind myself, the bitterness I'm feeling can't just be washed off. What the hell is wrong with me?

"I don't think I can do this anymore." "Please. Just give me a chance to fix it." "How? How do you even start fixing something like this?" "I don't know yet. But I'll figure it out, whatever it takes, if you just let me try." "You can't undo what he showed me. You can't undo what you said." "I know that." His voice cracks slightly. "I know I can't erase it. But I can spend every single day after this proving it doesn't define us." "Kill—"

I don’t look at him Because I already know what this means If it keeps going It won’t just erase the system It will erase me And everything connected to me Piece by piece

So why did I feel like I was losing something important? Shit.

No careless smiles or half-thought captions. My page became still, frozen in an older version of me, one who still belonged to him. Now, lying here in Greece, wrapped in crisp white sheets with sunlight crawling slowly across the room, that silence felt different. It didn’t feel powerful anymore. It felt like erasure. Like I had shrunk myself for too long, tucked parts of my life away so neatly that even I couldn’t reach them anymore. I picked up my phone and unlocked it, scrolling absentmindedly through my own profile. The last post stared back at me like an artifact.

I told myself I was moving to a new city to start over. I told myself I was strong enough. But the truth? The truth was sitting in my throat like a heavy stone. You don’t erase someone like Adrian. Not in a week. Not in a month. Not even in a new city. I hated that he still had this effect on me. When I reached the end of the block, I stopped near a streetlamp and leaned against the cold pole, closing my eyes. “I’m fine,” I whispered again. “I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m… trying.”