Mi Pasado Y Mi Presente Novels & Stories

Nathan rushed over, but I signaled him to stay back. “Ahh!” the lady cried out. “I don't know how I was in the past. I don't know how awful you treated me in the past. But one thing is sure, this is my present. I have no recollection of ever being weak, which means I'm a completely different person from whoever you might have known in the past. We simply share the same name….” “You had an idiot that listened to your nonsense, nice and good. You can go back to the past and meet that idiot.” I pushed her backwards with all my might, making her stagger and hit the ground.

Adrian leaned beside me. “Did he?” “I think he knew I was different,” I replied. “But difference is not the same as departure.” He was silent. “Do you regret him?” Adrian asked carefully. I shook my head. “No. He represents who I was. Not who I am.” “And who are you now?” I turned to face him fully. “I am not escaping anymore,” I said. “I am expanding intentionally.” His hand moved to my waist again. Familiar. Steady. “You are under a global spotlight now,” he said softly. “Your past, your present, your relationships. Everything.”

He managed a chuckle. "Look at me." I said again. My hands remain glued to his face. He bent his head and showed me a glimpse of his sorrow. "The pain doesn't go away. It stays there until our path crosses with a person who'll help us forget them for good. When I found you, I saw in you my father and mother. You were the balm to my injury. Being with you has taught me to let go. They're the past I cannot change. But you're my present and future; the only variable in my life that'll reman constant."

“Back then, every time Mom called, I always felt guilty. Like I’d failed to be a present daughter.” “And now?” Nathaniel asked. “Now it feels different,” Madeline replied after a brief pause. “I want to go not because of guilt, but because I miss them.” Nathaniel let out a quiet breath, as if in full agreement. “That’s a big difference.” Madeline nodded. She looked around the living room, the dim lights, old photographs on the wall, fresh flowers on the small table. Everything felt real, grounded. She no longer felt as though her life was split between the past and the present. Little by little, both were finding their own place.

Each memory, from the past and the present, added to the complex picture of my emotional turmoil. Sitting there, stuck between my past and present, I couldn't shake the feeling that misfortune was a constant in my life. The uncertainty of whether history was repeating itself or if I was just meant to carry the weight of tragedy cast a shadow over me. In the quiet room, I faced the ghosts of my past, wondering if the moon goddess gave me a second chance to witness the ongoing drama of my life. Searching for answers became a journey through not just the current sadness but also the haunting memories of a life destined to be entangled with sorrow.

Slowly, the surface transformed, revealing vivid scenes from my past. I watched as memories played out before me—the laughter of childhood adventures, the tears of heartbreak, the moments of triumph and defeat. Each scene carried with it a mix of emotions, reminding me of the joys and sorrows that had shaped my journey thus far. But alongside the memories of my own experiences, I witnessed another presence. Adrian, his face etched with pain and regret, his past interwoven with mine. The revelations were both unsettling and enlightening, shedding light on the intricate web that connected our lives.

I will always remember my past as part of life lessons and be happy with the present because this is my life, my future, and most of all, my family. The end

I stared a little longer and got tired of the grayness. I sat my mug on the table, vapor rising from the creamy liquid inside, creating a mist on the mirror. I bit my lip intensely, just enough for me to feel the faint pain, but I didn't care, my mind was busy searching for an idea on what must I do today. Before, I can just spend the whole time writing and writing, but today was different, I'm not Vien in the eyes of everyone anyway. I looked at the window again and caught a glimpse at a piece of cloth and specks of dust on the floor.

She still had it. "Baby, hey." My hand went to her chin, stealing her attention again. "It's in the past. We both have our own past. But the present and future will be about us together. We will build a life and family and live happily." "You're right. We both have our own past." She copied my words like sinking the fact deeper. "And we can't change the past." And my unspoken thought. She sounded to assure more to herself with all of that.

Five years ago, at our engagement party, I broke my fiancee's assistant Richard Greer's nose with a punch because I saw his hand slip under my fiancee Pearl Moran's skirt, groping her right out in the open. Yet when security arrived, Pearl stepped in front of Richard and frowned at me. "Alex, he was just messing around. Did you really have to hit him that hard?" To get back at me for Richard, she pulled strings to throw me in prison. My first day behind bars, I ended up in a cell Richard prepped for me. My ribs were broken in a beating. I was fed spoiled leftovers and forced to sleep on the cold concrete floor. The moment I got out, I boarded a flight to Eldermere without looking back.