Past Is Past Novels & Stories

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.

I was nothing more than a passerby, not even a friend. I had thought that mentioning these things again would still make me sad and furious. But only after saying them aloud did I realize my heart was completely still. There was no extra emotion at all. In that moment, I knew Adrian had become the past to me completely. He would never affect me again. Adrian's expression looked ugly, but he did not refute me. Instead, he said, somewhat dazed, "But I thought I was just looking after a new coworker... "Back when you first started your own career..."

I wasn’t able to stop them from rolling down my cheeks no matter how hard I tried. “I felt like I was totally incomplete, Liam… that there was a big part of my p-past that no matter what I do, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t remember it. I already have some puzzle pieces, but I couldn’t solve the whole picture. What if in that part of my life, I became a f-filthy kind of woman who was never meant to be with you? That my past was trapped in a muddy ground that will never reach you?” My voice cracked, and I could not stop myself from sobbing anymore.

And she's talking about him retaking the SAT? "She's lost it. If Mr. Lockwood's ugly, then what does that make the rest of us?" Charlotte stood there, stunned. I swallowed hard. Then a wave of new memories crashed into us. - Eight years ago, the morning of the SAT, Charlotte told me to get Gideon's admission ticket. But this time, I was already on the phone with my 25-year-old self. I was furious. I told her to get it herself and walked straight into the testing center.

The asking of the actual question when the adults around her are circling it. Damien looks at his younger daughter. "It means the history stops being present," he says. "It happened. It's in the record. It doesn't go away. But it stops requiring active management." He holds her gaze. "It becomes the past tense version of itself." "Past tense," Elise says. "Past tense," he confirms. "What does that feel like?" she says. Damien is quiet for a moment. "I don't know yet," he says honestly. "It just arrived Wednesday. I've been in the present tense of it for so long that the past tense version is — new. I'm still orienting to it." He looks at Aria. "We both are."

Let's both focus on the future and not let the past hold us back. —The End

Even though I wasn't done with what I was going to say, she cut it off right away. "Our past? Are you serious? Do we have past? Hahaha! I'm sorry Mr. Del Mundo, but again, I don't remember having past with you, maybe you're just dreaming! Also, if ever that we had a past, do we really need to talk about it? For what? Don't we have a saying, 'Past is past' so we better not talk about it." When she finished what she said she left me speechless and gaping. "Why are you so mean, Cianna?"

He said reflecting on the past. "Oh, yes, those were the glory days indeed. We were young and filled with energy. But look at us now, times have changed my friend." Oscar replied "They truly have. Sometimes, I can't help but which I could do a time travel into the past. The burden on my shoulders right now are too heavy to bear" "I understand, Dax. We always trick ourselves into believing that the past was better." Oscar said placing a hand on his friend's shoulder "You're definitely right. We can't continue dwelling on the past. We need to tackle the issues at hand right now. But the big question is, how to go about this?" Dax question looking perplexed

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

Like we were the only ones in the world and nothing else mattered. Once I did fall asleep, I had the oddest dreams. Deacon was always there though. It was like we were running through a timeline every time I turned to look at him. He looked younger in some and in one we were both elderly sitting together on a porch. Others we were young enough to be in the 5th grade. Our clothes were odd and our accents were always different I even spoke different languages. But I always knew what I was saying to him and vice versa. He always had a look of love in his eyes..no natter what.