Into The Moment Book Novels & Stories

The library, her sanctuary of silence, had become a catalyst for her own story, a story waiting to be told, a story waiting to be shared with the world. The quiet hum of the library, once a source of solace and inspiration, now pulsed with a new energy, a vibrant rhythm that mirrored the awakening of Hazel's own voice. The library, her sanctuary of silence, had become a catalyst for her own story, a story waiting to be told, a story waiting to be shared with the world.

Into the chaos. Into the fight. Into the moment that would decide how this ended. Because this time She wasn’t running. She wasn’t waiting. She was standing beside him. And refusing to let go.

The one that nobody ever locks because everyone forgets it exists. I let myself in quietly. Not because I was trying to be quiet. Just because that's how people move when they're not thinking about it. The kitchen was empty. The living room was not. I saw them before they saw me, and the thing is, time didn't stop. That's what they don't tell you about moments like this. You don't get slow motion. You don't get a dramatic pause. You just get the terrible, immediate clarity of seeing something you can never unsee.

Then she came in and sat and held them both, one after the other, with the ease of someone who had always known exactly how to hold the things that mattered. "The Returning," she said quietly, more to herself than to anyone, and I understood she was thinking about her book — about the things she had written about coming back, about the daily choosing, about what it meant to find yourself in a present tense you hadn't expected to inhabit. She was thinking about how the story she had told and the story she was now inside had arrived, through the most unlikely route, at the same place. "Yes," I said, knowing what she meant without needing the explanation.

/Some things just, some things make sense And one of those is you and I (Hey) Some things just, some things make sense And even after all this time (Hey)/ /I'm into you, baby, not a day goes by That I'm not into you/ I look away and turn my back when I feel that tears are started to well in my eyes. Damn. I am not crying. I should not. /I should be over all the butterflies But I'm into you (I'm into you) And baby even on our worst nights I'm into you (I'm into you) Let 'em wonder how we got this far/

Piper disconnected the call immediately and muted her phone. Worry ebbed across her face - deep down she knew who it was. But how had they gotten her number? When she had left London she had ensured her provider changed her number. This was a new start and Piper intended to begin her life again, with the people she loved the most. Piper reached into her bag, pulled out her book, and decided to get lost in the pages of Daphne Du Maurier's, Rebecca. That was the last thing Piper remembered before she fell into a deep slumber.

I took a rock from the ground and threw it into the water which caused the water to move and expel it. I just want to get in the flow of life but because I seem to lack personality, I try to change the flow and find the place where I came from. I didn't want it then, but suddenly I felt it in my heart and got it in my mind to get to know them. To fill the gaps in me, not to get to know them as parents or go back to them. "What are you doing here?" I quickly looked up at the speaker. I don’t know why my chest suddenly started beating faster when I saw Marcus in front of me. His face was blankly looking at me.

, I smiled and remembered the meeting invite. I clicked into the calendar and read through the details to see if I had missed anything else, time was from 3:00pm until 9:00pm, obviously he wasn’t concerned with my studies I scoffed. There was a note in the description -bring an open mind with you-

“I’m trying to memorize this.” “The book?” “No. You. This moment. The way it feels to not be looking over my shoulder.” He closed his book and set it aside, moving to the sofa to sit beside me. He pulled my legs over his lap, his hand resting on my ankle. “It gets easier, you know. The peace. At first, it feels like a lie. You wait for the explosion. But then, after a while, you realize the explosion isn't coming. You realize that this is just what life is supposed to be.”

I lean into him slowly, letting my shoulder touch his. For once, he doesn’t try to pull me in. He just lets me come to him on my own. And I do. My breath settles. My heartbeat slows. My body stops bracing for something that isn’t coming. I let myself sink into the moment. Not ahead. Not behind. Just now. Just here.