Past Lives Couldn't Ever Hold Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

The world hated me all these years, but the sunshine in this home, a little life they've brought me, the smile they give me…I don't want to waste them. I will spend every day I have left trying to make up for the years we lost. No one else can undo the past, but I can shape the remaining months, and I will. I clutch my knees tighter to my chest, holding onto that promise as if it’s the only anchor I have left.

I hugged my knees to my chest, staring at the still water of the pool, but all I could see were the ripples of my past crashing into my present. Matthew is alive. My mind kept repeating those three words, over and over, like a cruel reminder that everything I built in the past ten years might not be mine to keep. I closed my eyes, feeling the night breeze kiss my skin, but it didn’t calm me. Instead, my thoughts dragged me back—to that night.

I was inundated. "Shhhh." It was a whisper. "You shouldn't be sorry. It was not your fault; it was mine, and everything belongs in the past, not in this life. "Can you leave everything behind and focus on the present?" He brushed away my tears with his thumb. "But I did so." He shot me a sharp look, cutting me off. I gave a nod. I suppose I could move on and forget about everything. “I have spent two lifetimes looking for you; do you know that? I always grow old without you by my side in each of them, and I swear to find you the next time. I have been extremely fortunate in this life."

“Piece by piece. Like I don’t even know what’s real anymore.” His jaw tightened. “Then I’ll hold the pieces until you find yourself again.” The simplicity the devotion nearly broke me. I closed my eyes, but tears still spilled out. I hated that they did. I hated how helpless I felt. I hated that a voice from the past could still control the rhythm of my heartbeat. “I’m supposed to be stronger than this,” I whispered. “This was my second chance. I had everything under control and now” “You don’t have to be strong right now.”

I shook my head in despair, "I wish I could be like you" Rohit said with a frown, "He is gone dadda. Kaka is no more in your life". I replied grimly, "But what about those memories. Even if the person is gone the memories are still there. These memories have marred my life". He sighed, "Still dadda. How long? How long will you hold on to the past". "I don't know!" I snapped at him. Immediately I mumbled an apology. I seriously need to sort out my shit.

"But, would she want you to live like this? Would she want you to suffer, forever?" "No, she wouldn't. That's why, I'm doing this. For her. Even though she doesn't know, and doesn't want anything to do with me. I'm still trying, for her. Because, I can't keep living like this. I'm a broken man, and it's time for me to pick up the pieces. And move on. Even though, I don't think I would ever forget her. No one can. She was unforgettable. She was perfect. And no matter how many years go by, no one will ever be able to replace her. But, I have to try. Don't I? I can't keep holding on to the past."

she laughed at the other end of the call “I guess the saying is right, near-death experiences change people. “Don't act tough with me Mason, it's me your first love. Give me what I want or I will take it forcefully” “Take it forcefully? You are forgetting something, when I bought that company there was a transfer of ownership. It no longer belongs to your dad, using alimony as an excuse to collect it from me won't work.”

Charlotte’s pov I remember everything, all the memories of my past life came back to me in flashes. Every single one of them, I could feel the pain I felt in all those past lives. I had to relive the many times I was killed and the many times I killed myself. I felt someone holding my hand, “you will be okay, you will be fine. Come on do something,” Sebastian said. My Sebastian, my love I missed you so much. I should open my eyes and look at you.

He remains sitting up against the headboard. I breathe steadily. It’s not like I didn’t know he has that kind of history. It’s just that I thought it was all in the past. It almost feels like the universe is telling me that no matter how hard I try, I can’t outrun the past. I made my peace with it. I just wish it would stay in its place–in the fucking past.

It did nothing to slow my racing heart, but there was no going back now. “Lucas, there’s something I need to tell you. I already lived this before. I died and came back, years younger, and now I need to stop all of the bad things that happened in my past life from happening in this one.”