Past Is Past Novels & Stories

It made me cough and cough. Ryan patted my back, shaking his head with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "What's the rush? Nobody's taking it from you." "How come you're being so good today? Don't need me to feed you anymore?" His palm pressed against my back through the thin fabric of my shirt, warm and steady. I used to crave that warmth. I straightened up and pulled a corner of my mouth into something like a smile. "I don't need that anymore. Not ever again."

"She's now my ex. She's in the past now.” I pouted. “You are the present, Elara."

Our days were simple yet happy, each one filled with joy and laughter. Occasionally, I would hear about Ricardo from Vincenzo. It was said that the Gambino Famiglia had completely collapsed, and Ricardo himself had become a vagrant. He wandered the streets, drunk and half-mad, muttering over and over, "Isabella… Mi Dispiace." Every time I heard this, a faint ripple would stir in my heart, but it was quickly washed away by the happiness right in front of me. The past was the past. What I had now was what I should truly cherish.

It was his favorite. Seven years had passed, and the shirt's design had grown outdated. The color had faded as well, but it was still his favorite. "Ms. Reed?" Sabrina softly replied, "It's his." Luca nodded and offered his condolences. "Please accept my condolences, Ms. Reed. It's such a tragedy for such a talented young man to leave us so soon." Sabrina remained silent for a long while. Luca assumed she was grieving too much to speak and gently added, "I heard Mr. Gorman was a very talented photographer. Artists tend to be more emotionally fragile—"

I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone. "Did I go back to the past? I've read novels about traveling to the past, or maybe transmigrating, but I think it's all just fiction. However, now I'm experiencing it," I muttered to myself, looking around my room. I was determined to make sure of everything, so I rushed into the bathroom to get ready to go to the office. During the trip to the office, I really felt that all of this felt real to me. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.

In her despair, she even slammed her head against the wall, yet nothing could stop Sarah from terminating the pregnancy. I don’t know if Sarah ever found peace, but judging by the way she hated the Zieglers, I doubt it. As for me, I had let go. No matter what had happened in the past, I wanted to live fully in the present and cherish the person before me. All I wanted now was to spend every day with Summer, waiting for our little princess or prince to arrive.

“You’d have to see him again.” “My past would slide on into my present, huh?” “Yes.” He touched her lips. “Do you want that?” “No.” “Could you handle it anyway?” “Yes.” “Yes?” “Sam, I have lived long enough to know a few things, and one of them is this: sometimes the past comes back and becomes your present, even just for a little while. It’s rarely pleasant, but if you’re strong and ready, then it doesn’t have to kill you, or wipe out your life, or take your future.”

In her eyes, Dante was a man shrouded in mystery. She did not want to force him to tell her anything he was not uncomfortable with sharing and simply thought he had a dark past, which made him reluctant to share things with her. It was understandable, they were still strangers after all. “So, your mother passed away last year?” He asked her. “Yeah, then a month after that my father remarried, now I have a step mother and step sister.” She told him. “Your father sounds like an arse. How can he marry another woman in such short period of time?” He asked, feeling annoyed.

It had been a good night. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-69b2b253-5fd4-8331-8ecd-b8ccf3bf632e-3" data-testid="conversation-turn-74" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> Marcus leaned back in the passenger seat, still energized from the celebration. “I’m telling you, this is just the beginning,” he said, grinning. “That deal is going to change everything.”

"Cat, it's all over now. Don't think about the past anymore. "Tomorrow is only going to get better from now on."