I Have Been There Before Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but wonder if i was that lucky to be with Cameron. The car stopped and i looked outside the window only to see beach sand and large amount of water turning into waves. I was awed i didn't even realize when i opened the door and slipped of my shoes, letting my legs feel the soft sand beneath my feet. The fresh air was the best past, it blew past the heat forming on my forehead and legs. I felt really good. “You've been here before” Cameron's voice which i heard behind me nearly caught me off guard. I must've been paying attention to the wonder i didn't realize- What? He said I've been here before? How come it didn't feel familiar?

“Have we been jerking them around?” I realized she didn’t remember most of what I was talking about. She had no idea we’d already been through all of this once. “I have been,” I admitted. “So… in answer to your question, yes, it does mean that about the person you mentioned. But we aren’t in any danger.” “How is this possible?”

This wasn’t the first time I had been here. “Lana?” He calls out to me as he takes another step forward. The confusion in his eyes disappears as his brows knit together as he registers my calmness. “You have been here before?” I still didn’t know where ‘here’ was. But I had, just not for a long time. It was peaceful, it brought calm to the chaos. It was quiet and sometimes that is exactly what I needed.

I murmured, though my throat felt dry. The closer we got, the more familiar the streets became. I’d been here before. Once when Serena had invited me over for a movie that we never actually finished because we ended up talking instead. That was before all of this… before the attack, before the police reports and the whispered conversations about court dates, before her name was a file on someone’s desk.

At least I got us here safely. Heading into the station, I’m nervous because the last time I was here, things didn’t go as planned. Things were talked about and asked that I really wish weren’t. I just had my husband’s funeral yesterday, I just lost my husband and my baby. I hope they’re respectable.

he said, his voice filled with concern. I shook my head, my mind racing with thoughts and questions. "Not this one," I said, my voice firm. "She said I reminded her of the past, and somehow, I believe that I've stayed here before. This place feels familiar to me, there's something about this place..."

he asked, and I started to say something but stopped talking as we drove past a building that seemed oddly familiar. “I know that place,” I muttered. “What?” he asked, and I turned to lock gazes with him. “Oh, nothing. I saw something that seemed familiar, but that can’t be possible... I think,” I answered as my mind tried to make sense of what I had seen and figure out why it felt like I had been there before. “Perhaps it bears some resemblance to the house you lived in while you were in Milan?” he asked, and I chuckled in response. “Oh no, both buildings have nothing in common,” I replied as an image of the Thuthai estate flashed in my mind. I turned around to catch a glimpse of it once mo

Warren told them happily. I gulped when I realized where we were heading. It's the same expensive seafood restaurant we ate last time. My stomach turned when the memories flashed in my head. We were so happy together at that time. After the whole trip that we had, our deep conversations and his sweetness and kindness. We ate here before we left. I looked away from the windows and spared a glance at Charles. I saw him starting back directly at me, making me avert my gaze. "This trip is a very bad idea," I thought to myself.

And now I regret coming here in the first place. “I used to come here when I still had my best friend here.” I was totally zoned out when I heard what he said because this has been the most boring place I have visited in this environment since I got here, and he used to come here with his best friend? Both of them must be a very boring bunch. “Ohh.” I have nothing else to say because I can’t imagine myself saying anything good about this place, so I just had to keep quiet and listen to what he has to say.

It's just-- like I said, everything isn't the same as before. I'm also afraid that the reason I left before will be the reason for me to get hurt a second time. And I can't afford to experience that anymore. Not in the second time around, so if I can, I’ll never let myself to be involved in his life AGAIN!