I Got A Feeling That I Just Can't Erase Mga Nobela at Kwento

That was probably the reason why I was so set on getting an answer from him and was eager to fix it. I'm in a dangerous place. I know that what I felt the night of Erica's birthday party has started to resurface once more and it's more distinct. Not something that I can easily ignore and shove in the back of my head. Like a quick sand; the more you fight it, the deeper you sink. I'm in big trouble.

I could feel it. This wasn’t over. Not even close.

Calla I feel it again—the pull that refuses to go away no matter how much I try to bury it. It sits there quietly, just waiting for the wrong moment to remind me that I’m not as over him as I keep pretending to be. It’s stupid. It’s pathetic. I tell myself I’m fine, that I’ve moved on, but one small thought of him and everything inside me shifts like a bruise I keep pressing on just to feel something.

I wept for the love I gave, the dignity I lost, and the future I foolishly believed in. When the tears finally stopped, I felt hollow. Not healed, just scraped clean. I sat still for a long time. Then I got up, walked to my room, and picked up my phone. With each deleted photo, each erased message, it felt like I was cutting threads that had once tied me to something beautiful, but were now strangling me. I hovered over his contact, wanting to block him… only to remember he’d already blocked me. The irony was sharp and cruel.

Not tonight. I step back, turn, and leave. But the feeling stays with me, stronger than before. This is no longer a test. This is becoming something else, something I don't understand, but cannot walk away from.

With my empty cup. And this feeling: I've crossed a line. And I no longer know if there's a path back.

I wasn’t. “Okay,” she said slowly. “What is really going on?” “Nothing.” “That’s a lie.” I sighed. “It’s not a lie.” “Jax.” “What?” “You don’t just wake up one morning and decide to erase yourself.” I looked down at the notebook. “You didn’t see what I saw.” Hazel didn’t respond right away. So I continued. “It’s strange,” I said quietly. “Ever since I got here… I feel like something is missing.”

“Then I will ensure she finds nothing.” Karl let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his face. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re fighting against something you can’t control. You can erase yourself, but you can’t erase what you meant to her. That kind of thing doesn’t just vanish, it lingers, like a scar, even if she doesn’t remember how she got it.” I spun back to face him, my patience shattered. “Enough!” My voice cracked through. “You will do as I say, Karl, or I will find someone who will.”

Cassandra noticed that which made her ask. “What's the matter?” I can't explain the feeling. I'm trying to wash it away but it's hard. Ares keeps banging into my head. “I feel something is about to happen which is so weird because I'm not like this.”

"That easy for you? That simple?" Was I truly so forgettable? So replaceable? My gaze dropped to the ground, but it didn't help. The cobblestones blurred beneath my vision, my thoughts spiraling faster, darker, pulling me down into a vortex of anger and something else, something that felt dangerously close to grief. "You don't just get to do that, Zane," I said quietly, my voice steady despite the storm brewing beneath it. "You don't just… erase me. Pretend we never happened."