No More Yesterdays Novels & Stories

I still don't understand everything and it is still not sinking in. "I have a limited time to be with you . As the time passes by you will be moving forward while I'm moving backwards. Time will come I'll leave and probably won't see you again. If this was a dream , I don't want to wake up again. I wish to be with you my whole life." Then suddenly sadness drawn on her face. "I may not be able to remember anything that had happened this past few days, but I will still try my best." Then she stands up. She look at me smiling again.

Eliana The voices of the people around me faded into white noise as I stared out the window, my mind no longer in the present but in the past. I thought back to the day it all started,my hatred for Melissa. EIGHT YEARS AGO. I laid in bed, my phone in hand as I read the same four words over and over again. “I'm sorry but I don't think we would work out, I love someone else I know it isn't fair that it's your sister but… I hope you understand, have a nice life.”

But he had never been like this. Chris sighed. "I used to be too hesitant, too afraid to be direct. That's why I lost you once. This time, I don't want to be the silent guardian anymore." Sharon hesitated. "But... I'm not planning to date anyone right now." "That's fine. You make your plans, I make mine. Let's not interfere with each other." That sounded reasonable... but also felt a little off. At the amusement park, the three of them had a great time.

Then he decided to butt in. “Find anything?” Adam abruptly broke the silence. Jessica almost hit her head on the roof of the fridge. “What the hell!?” she retorted and punched him lightly on his arm. “You sneaky little …” she turned back to the fridge mid-sentence. “We don't have anything in there. The pasta from yesterday went bad and we’re out of eggs and milk,” Adam reminded her. She didn’t budge. She was still trying to find something by a miracle.

I didn't want to have too much contact with them, so I had Mark bring me back. "Are you sure about staying here?" Mark frowned. I turned my head to look at the house behind me; no one had lived there for three years. Weeds had grown unchecked. I nodded towards Mark. Apart from here, I had nowhere else to go, and I was penniless. The clothes I was wearing were still the same as three years ago. The clothing inside the rehab center was all uniform, which was why I still only had this outfit. I reached down to pull out the weeds, and it seemed to disturb the creatures living inside; they all scattered.

But five years later, I took Carl and left him. Jeremy stared at the ceiling, memories flashing before his eyes. The moment he walked away with Carl in his arms, my face was ghostly pale as I crumpled on the floor, blood slowly pooling beneath my head. Suddenly, his eyelid twitched as the sharp ring of his phone jolted him back to reality. "Mr. Sterling, check the link I just sent you. An international dance company posted a silhouette of their new instructor. I don't know why, but it looks so much like—"

“I gave up a kidney for you. You trampled my dignity. “Maybe I won’t be wealthy without you, but I’ll finally be at peace. That was Grandma’s wish, too.” Justin’s hand slowly dropped as he heard the truth in my voice. “I know I hurt you too deeply and let you down. I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes, until you forgive me.” I looked into his eyes, searching for the boy he once was. But I found nothing. “Take care.” Without looking back, I pulled my suitcase behind me and walked away.

The ache in his chest numbed, replaced by that old, dangerous confidence, the one that made him believe the world still owed him something. He leaned back, swirling his glass. “You know,” he said quietly, mostly to himself, “people like her… they always come back. Eventually.” The bartender shot him a look, half amused, half pitying. “You sure about that?” Leonard smirked. “Absolutely. Women like Elara… they think they’ve moved on. But the thing about history…” ...he tapped his temple, “it doesn’t really let go. It just waits.” The bartender shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just you who hasn’t let go.”

She whispered, leaning toward me, “It’s today. I need you to go.” “Today?” She nodded as if every piece of her puzzle was suddenly clicking into place, “it is today.” “And yesterday was yesterday.” I sighed, throwing up my hands. “No.” She shook her head as she stood as tall as she could, "Yesterday was not today, today is now. We need to go.” She took my hand and pulled me along, continuing to talk the entire time. “We need to talk.” Her voice turned meek and reflected so much innocence for the topic I knew she was circling in her mind.

That night, I lay in bed and opened the home security cameras again. Mira and Julian had already moved into the bedroom that used to be ours. They were lying together naked, whispering. "Julian, didn't you say I would be fine without him? Why are all my resources gone? Why did I lose millions of followers? Am I finished?" "None of that matters. As long as he gives you the shares and money, you will still have a lifetime of luxury." "But I don't think he'll agree. I don't know what to do."