Mi Pasado Y Mi Presente Novels & Stories

I touch him the same way he is touching me, finally earning the depths of his soulful green gaze that haunts my days. But also breathes life into me for these times it stares at me with such unaltered heat that I am stationary in these moments. I can say in this specific one I see my past, present and imminent future flash before me. But like life, it comes and goes. Too bad this won't be how we will stay, too sad that our story is just that, a once upon a time. “Tonight, you are mine,” His words have my eyes widening. I gulp.

And I will face her, not as the man I was, but as the man I’ve become. The consequences of the past don’t have to dictate the present. But they will always color the edges. I sip my water again, listening to the quiet.

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

“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.

Kaiya I stare at my image in the mirror. So much has happened since, and it seems so long ago now, that I can scarcely believe it's actually happening. I turn this way and that, still gaping at myself in sheer disbelief. It's difficult to bring my past and present together. I can hardly believe that I'm looking at the same person that just over two weeks ago struggled to get herself out of bed so she could work a double shift to pay for her broken down old car. They don't look the same, and they don't feel the same.

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

Tomorrow, the past would become present. And I had no idea if I was ready.