Once I Was Lost Novels & Stories

I tried to reach out my voice to him before I could get lost in this big hotel. And as jeopardy is in my life is. A storm saw ahead of my eyes invading my whole world when my sandal got broken, and I lost balance when I was in the eye of people looking at me as a lost ghost who is here to entertain them with her miserable life. When my bum was ready to hurt the floor with my hard and wobbly state, I felt some hard and strong muscles, rescuing me from the biggest blunder of my life, until my head got collided with the warmness of his chest.

She never even tried to contact me or anything but I was grateful if it weren't for her cruel words I would have never found myself. I needed to lose her in order to be a person again. You promised the world and I fell for it I put you first and you adored it Set fires to my forest And you let it burn Sang off-key in my chorus 'Cause it wasn't yours I saw the signs and I ignored it Rose-colored glasses all distorted Set fire to my purpose And I let it burn You got off on the hurtin' When it wasn't yours, yeah We'd always go into it blindly I needed to lose you to find me

I pleaded with him but he just stared at me without saying a single word and I just lied on the floor with my back, sweating. That day I prayed for the first time ever in my heart. Hoping God would do one of those biblical miracles and make me disappear. Maybe God doesn’t work that way, maybe I was a stranger to him or maybe he forgot about me so he was going to let this psychopath named Lesly kill me, my silent prayer wasn’t working. “You know Kat, you are one of those dudes that I admire around here. You are not like us; you are focused and you’ve got a bright future” he explained as he was waving his short gun across my face.

Johanna I can hear people talking around me, but I’m stuck in my body. I can’t move. I can’t talk. I can’t do anything. That incessant beeping is driving me crazy. Where the hell am I? What happened to me? Think Hanna, think. Ok, I met with… Who did I meet up with? Hmm, I thought through the events that happened. There was a guy. I had to meet a guy because… Oh, think, think. Gregory, or Greg. Yes, I had to meet up with Greg. Why did I have to meet up with him? Uh. I was getting angry at my memory. I could hear people talking around me, but I couldn’t move or talk to them! Visions of people laughing and talking and dancing kept playing in my mind. There was a couple memorie

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, using all his strength to hold back the overwhelming urge to rush up to her door. No one understood the feeling of losing and then regaining someone better than he did. He couldn't approach and refused to be forgotten. Just like that, he sat through the night, watching as the sky gradually turned pale. Only when he estimated she was waking up did he finally drive away. That morning, Eloise went to work as usual. One of her clients suddenly requested an in-person meeting. When she stepped into the conference room, it wasn't a client but Jonathan. The moment she saw him, she understood everything.

, but deep down, I was bidding him farewell. I grabbed my luggage and dragged this broken body onto a flight headed straight for the warzone. Sunlight streamed through the window and landed softly on me. I took one last look at the city I'd lived in for so many years. Goodbye to the most pathetic love I'd clung to in both lives. Goodbye, Cayden. From now on, I wouldn't be the pack's disgrace anymore. And I'd never love you again.

It'd always represented my last wall of defense. "Aster, no…" Aubrey tugged at my hand, likely understanding what I was about to do. She was scared things would get out of hand, scared that her perfect family would break apart. I patted her hand and said firmly, "Some losses are necessary to keep our lives in good order, Aubrey." I slowly looked up to meet the gazes of Tristan, Anastasia, and Ophelia. With a sneer, I called out to Tristan. "Are you really sure you don't know who we are, Tristan? Are you sure you want to risk the rest of your life for these two women?"

"Want to what?" "Sit here. With you. And pretend the world isn't falling apart." So we sat. I don't know how long. Minutes. Hours. Time felt different out there. "Sing once more," he said eventually. "Please. Just one more." So I did. I sang the saddest song I knew. A song about loss. About finding light in darkness. About hope when everything seems broken. My voice filled the air. Soft at first. Then stronger. Then... A sound.

It was as if she had become someone else. Their marriage was not what he imagined, and the chances of him winning her back were slipping away with each passing moment. He felt like his entire world had been shattered, and, without thinking, he bent down to pick up the shards, his own sorrow hiding behind the gesture. His finger was cut by the glass, blood dripping from the wound…

They included terraced fields in Winwich, snow-capped mountains in Lhamo, a small fishing village by the sea, and the neon lights of the city. In every photograph, there was a ray of light hidden. That was the world I saw, one without Lydia. At the end of the exhibition hall was a wall, and on it was only a single line of text. "To the one I once loved, and to the self I have finally become." Lydia stood before that wall and suddenly laughed. She was laughing at herself for finally understanding that some things, once missed, could never come back. She turned to leave, only to see me standing not far away, looking at her.