Nostalgia Stuff Novels & Stories

The click of the door sounded like a guillotine. ​I stood in the center of that vast, cold office, my shadow stretching across the polished marble floor. Resign. The word tasted like ash in my mouth. For months, I had fought for him, then I had fought against him, and finally, I had tried to ignore him. But I never thought he would use his power to simply erase me when things got difficult. ​I walked over to his desk, my heels clicking rhythmically, the only sound in the empty suite. On the mahogany surface sat the glass paperweight he had been staring at—a heavy, clear sphere that held everything down so it wouldn't blow away in the wind.

Shea remained quiet, lost in thought. “Where to next?” Kendall asked as they left the store with their bags. Everyone turned to look at Shea, who didn’t realize it at first. Then, shaking her head, she said, “Well, we all still need shoes, and Addy and I need bags, so on to the accessory store.” They walked down the street until they reached Trinkets and Things. “Oh, I’ve never seen this place before,” Kendall said, looking up at the sign. “I discovered it a while back,” Shea said. “I had taken a wrong turn and passed by this little store. The merchandise in the window caught my eye, so I had to go in.”

one of us will say. And the other will respond, “I see it. I’m here.” That acknowledgment alone dissolves so much tension. There’s an external test too—one we don’t control. Someone from my past reaches out. Not aggressively. Not romantically explicit. Just familiar enough to stir something. Nostalgia is sneaky like that. It doesn’t ask for permission. It just reminds you of who you were when life was simpler—or at least felt that way. I don’t hide it.

1 Year Later Moscow, Russia "We all are bound somewhere with someone. The more we try to go away the more we find ourselves entangled with our own needs." "You should be a writer instead of a mafia." Nicolas spoke while looking at Myra. "And you should be a romantic lover boy instead of an asshole." Myra replied back. "It hurts. Oops." Nicolas faked an expression of pain while speaking. "Shut up man." "Get your ass up girl. We are heading to Sicily. It's your brother's anniversary after all." Nicolas laughed while speaking.