Never Look Back Novels & Stories

“Thank you. Will I still see you again?” He shrugged. “I would probably bother other people and see if they will listen,” He looked at me. “Close your eyes, my child. You have to go back. Just remember, when you feel like everything is blinding, just look at the sky.” I nodded, smiled at him, and then closed my eyes. ---

She doesn't look back. That's what stays with me as I watch her go — the door clicking shut behind her with a soft, final breath of air. Not the silence she leaves, not even the hollow efficiency of how she moved through the room. But that she didn't look back. Naska always looks back. Even when she is annoyed with me. Even when she is rushing. Even when she is juggling a dozen tasks and complaining about them all. There is always a glance— sharp and unimpressed, as if she needs to confirm I'm still standing before she'll allow herself to leave. It's infuriating. It's so completely, entirely her.

I rеmеmbеr thе ісу tоnе іn hеr vоісе thе lаѕt tіmе we ѕроkе. I tell thе driver to stay bеhіnd thеm. Hеr ѕіlhоuеttе comes іntо focus in thе back ѕеаt. She nеvеr lооkѕ bасk. Now I’m not worried. Evеn іf ѕhе wеrе tо lооk аrоund іt’ѕ аlrеаdу gеttіng tоо dark tо ѕее.

I smell something like candles I hear music start playing 'It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you " What's going on?". I ask curiously , I feel someone suddenly wrap his hand around my waist, it was Luther. "What's happening?" I whisper He whispers back "Just go with it". He leads me to a slow dance

Before unfolding it. Written on the almost yellow note is a scribble of a child's handwriting. It's a bit hard to read. "Mom sed—those this means said?" I wrinkle my eyes in thin slit. "Mom said to go to the bathroom, but—" But what. I look at the bottom of the note and in a small fading colour, a string of clear words are written. DON'T LOOK BACK. Don't look back, don't look back. Despite the warnings ringing in my ears—

Quilla pouted and blocked his way. Matthew had no patience for this pretentious woman and coldly said, “Move.” Quilla froze, then stomped her foot. “Mr. Grant! What are you saying? If you keep treating me like this, I’ll be angry.” “Move,” Matthew repeated. His eyes were so cold they could freeze her in place. Quilla opened her mouth to argue, but he shoved her aside and walked away. She could hear him talk on the phone as he departed. “Find Whitney’s current address. And book me a ticket to Austraya today.”

I know I didn't notice until it was already complete, which is its own lesson. I am telling you this not to frighten you but because I would have wanted someone to tell me. There is a line. It is not marked. It is somewhere in the middle of feeling like yourself while becoming something larger, and you will only know you've crossed it by looking back. Look back often. Look back even when it is inconvenient. Look back especially when the resonance tells you not to bother.

But at this moment I thought, would looking back be the better option? Should I look back, meaning going back to Nate, his betrayal, pain… or should I look forward, meaning facing the uncertain difficulties life will throw? Can I do this?

But Simon never looked back. ***

I was confident she would rather never see Minnie again. Minnie and I watched silently as Christian pulled out his phone and dialed my number. Eloise had thrown away my SIM card and phone long ago. No matter how many times he called, the result would be the same. How could a dead person answer the phone? When the call went unanswered, Christian furiously began typing a text to me. Christian: [Rachel, bring Minnie back immediately! Do you think I won't find her if you take her away? Try me. I'll make sure you never see her again!]