Past Is Past Novels & Stories

In her past life, Elara Newman had married Orion Baron, who turned out to be an absent husband. On the day she gave birth, she suffered a severe hemorrhage and lost consciousness. However, Orion was unreachable. After she was snapped awake by the doctor, she had to sign her name on the surgical consent form while her hands were still shaking. When her children caught a raging fever, Orion was still nowhere to be seen. She had to rush to the hospital all by herself, and after three consecutive days of looking after them, she was exhausted and passed out in the corridor. On the day when her parents passed away in a car accident, Orion was still absent. As she returned home with the urn

- but she interrupts me. "They are from your past. And they will kill you if you do not prepare yourself." - she doesn't even blink when she says this. But I feel something is not right. "My past? I didn't have enemies before and I don't have memories before the age of eight." - I say to her, trying to collect my thoughts. What is this? I feel those dark emotions stronger than before.

“I didn’t want to be the one trying to hold you still.” There was no accusation in his tone. Just fact. She looked away, heart skipping. “But I’m not running away,” she said. He didn’t respond right away. Then, quietly, “No. You’re not.” She turned to him again. “We’ve been to the past.We’ve seen things we’ll never forget. I’ve loved people I’ll never hold again. But somehow… you’re the one who’s still here.” Johnson didn’t flinch. “And I always will be.”

"That's not a problem for you, is it?" "Not at all." she rests her hand on mine, giving it a squeeze. "James, Michael and I established long ago that the Past is the Past. We don't let it interfere with our current relationship." She leans closer. "Tell me; when James had finished with you, how long was it before you could sit down?" I splutter my coffee over the table-top. Perhaps it's time to wrap up this conversation before I say the wrong thing...

The past was finally over. But the future was just beginning.

Past the new logo glowing on every screen. Past the ghosts that used to live here. Into the elevator. Into the future. We won. And it feels like peace.

He caught up to me and asked, "Can I still visit Yvette in the future?" "I've said it before. If Yvette is willing to see you, I won't stand in her way." He nodded, murmuring, "That's good… That's good…" Then he walked away, dazed and lost in thought. I silently observed his figure as he walked away. Then I turned and walked firmly in the opposite direction. About a year later, I heard news of Harold and Susan through a friend. They had gotten married. But Harold was no longer the man he used to be. His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt.

“If you know so much, then tell me what’s happening to me.” His expression doesn’t change. “You already know.” “No, I don’t,” I snap. “I woke up ten years in the past after being murdered by the man I loved. I can hear people’s thoughts. And now some stranger in a suit is stalking me in the middle of the night. So no, I don’t know what the hell is going on.” Something flickers in his eyes- amusement, maybe. “Good. That means you’re not completely lost. “Are you going to give me a straight answer, or should I just call the police?”

I had no idea why my heart was hurting so much right now. "You can't undo the past Hunter. I can't forgive you." It took every ounce of strength in me to utter those words and pull away from him. "I'm going to win you back." I heard him whisper just as I turned to walk away.

I exclaimed with excitement for the truth. "Are you aware that breaking up with a woman with a past like mine makes you look weak? In short, your business would be affected after knowing the unworthy past of your partner and I know from experience that money comes first... That they will search, that they will dig, that they will make a whole show to which I do not love you, nor do I love myself, submit.” I understood his point, I really did, but the way he approached it not only put me out of a trance, but told me that this must be a joke, a bad joke.