Past Is Past Novels & Stories

I smiled and he drew me back into his arms. "Your mother said that w shouldn't be affected by our past for what matters is now and our future." I sat up and stared at him as he played with the strands of my hair "Your mother told me that we cannot undo the past because it's fix and there's nothing we can do about it. But our future, it's not yet fixed. There's so many things that can affect our future. Our past is just a part but what we will do now is what is important."

Someone who knows exactly what he had passed through. The silence lingered. Isabella and Kunle exchanged glances. They were having issues with Jordan still lost in his world, only being dutiful. And here is Tina, talking like Jordan. Seems these two would make a great pair as friends. Isabella stood up and went to stand beside Tina, she placed her hands on her shoulders and gave it a soft squeeze. " That's one of those things in this life. But we can't keep living in the past, please don't say that again…" she coaxed.

The past hadn’t just caught up. It had arrived.

The past wasn’t done with them. Not yet.

Then I go back to work. The past is the past and I have a present to live in.

"Do you truly believe you can outwit me in this hunt?" A sly smile played on his lips. "We shall see about that." He replied. I found myself prowling through the shadows, my senses heightened and my fangs bared. Alexander moves with a grace that only centuries of existence could bestow. Time seemed to blur as we continued our pursuit. The sound of our footsteps merged with the symphony of nocturnal creatures, creating an eerie melody that echoed through the night. Each step brought us closer to unraveling the mysteries surrounding this legendary stag.

Back then, he would follow me around with a runny nose and claim to protect me. I shook off the thought and continued talking to him. We got along well. When it was time to leave, he kindly offered to drive me home. On the way back, he joked that when we were kids, I would say I was going to marry him. I just smiled awkwardly. He stopped the car and looked at me seriously. “Wendy, I want you to know that I liked you back then, and I still do. I’ll wait for the day you open up to me. There’s no rush. I’ll always be here, just like before.”

"Bella, don't you have anything to say? Weren't you and Nathaniel seeing each other? I heard that he walked you to work every day." I was struggling to find the right words when Catherine's sharp laugh cut straight through my thoughts. "Mom, how could Nathaniel possibly be dating Bella? He only helps her because of me. I'm the one he likes!" A loud buzzing rang in my head. It was as if something inside me snapped. Memories that had never made sense from my last life came flooding back. Before I had died, Nathaniel had written one final line in his journal. "If you have a choice, never marry someone you don't love."

--- --- Not whether the past would come back. --- But whether it still had power when it did. --- --- And now? --- --- Now she knew. --- --- It didn’t. --- --- Not anymore. --- ---

The past was dead. And she had a lot of living left to do.