Past Lives Couldn't Ever Hold Me Novels & Stories

His words had cut me so deeply back then, carving scars that had not still healed. I blinked, trying to hold bank my tears but I couldn’t. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. “I can’t forget the past,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I can’t pretend like it didn’t happen.” My chest felt heavy as I let the word out amidst tears. “If you had come to me when Audrey was still alive, we might have had a chance, might have found a way to work it out. But now… it’s been too long Justin. It’s been years and I’m too scarred to be with you, I don’t have what it takes anymore.” Silence filled the room except for the sound of my sons. After a moment, he rolled over and pulled me to his chest. He held me

“You know, I really don’t know which would have been worse: if Slade was your father or if your father was an unknown man that I’m sure I wouldn’t recognize. “This is not your fault, but as much as I love you, this has to come to an end,” I say, trying to reason with her. “It will, I promise. I had been so afraid I had lost you; you are everything I have left, and I had hurt you more than anyone, I am so sorry. I am tired of living in the past; of course a lot of things happened in my past, but a lot more could happen in the future, and that’s what I have to focus on. Slade is dead and had paid for his crime; I cannot let his ghost haunt me; it is time to move on too”

She cried out loudly. My Iru is really in pain. I can only cure the pain of her body but the scars she has on her heart and mind, I can't cure those. People can try to change their future by working hard....... But the past ...... The Past Cannot be CHANGED..... Never ......

I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the memories. I never told either of them about the dreams. There was no point. They would only use them against me anyway, but now here I am sitting back at work trying to avoid the fucker who is my ex. Why did God fuck me over with this? Did I kill someone important in a past life? Because seriously, this shit you couldn’t write. The bell chimes above the door and I sink lower in the booth. Praying it isn’t him, and I hear his voice.

Any other outcome would have been better than this…this living death where I was forever chained to the ghost of her, forever haunted by the single, stupid hour that destroyed us. It was not an action, but an inaction. It was me, standing in the ruins of my life, with the one weapon I needed…the power to change the past…forever out of reach, leaving me with nothing but the unending, suffocating weight of a regret that had become my entire world.

Had I done something terrible in a past life that I was now paying for? The tears came then, harder than before. Silent and hot, they streamed down my face and soaked into the unfamiliar pillow. I cried for the marriage I thought I had. Even if it wasn't perfect, it had been mine. I cried for the friendship I had treasured and protected. I cried for the parents who had abandoned me as easily as throwing away trash. I cried for the life I had built that was now destroyed, piece by piece.

Proof that somewhere in the past, I had changed a life. And maybe, just maybe, I could do it again.

reborn. The final memories flickered to life, a poignant conclusion to the tumultuous journey of my past. I recalled Haven's words, her voice filled with conviction and faith in me. She had believed in me, seen potential in the broken, angry young man I once was. Her words had been a balm to my soul, a reassurance that I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. And then, as we had agreed, she took all my memories, erasing the pain and the anguish, leaving me with a clean slate.

I cried for the version of me that used to think love was enough. My past rolled through my mind in ugly flashes. Me at twenty-two, believing Adrian when he said I was special. Me at twenty-five, watching Lyara walk into his office and knowing I’d never be the main character again. Me now, at twenty-eight, hearing my own father tell me to chase a man who barely remembered I existed. The future was worse. A blank, sharp thing that cut me every time I tried to picture it. No Adrian. No father. No one asked how I was unless it served them.

"I should have known. I should have seen. I should have been better. I should have been the man you deserved. I should have been the man I wanted to be. I should have been the man you needed me to be. I should have been the man you believed I could be." I walk to him. Take his hand. Turn him to face me. His eyes are wet. His jaw is tight. His hands are shaking. "You can't change the past. You can't undo what happened. You can't go back and fix it. You can't rewrite history. You can't erase the pain. You can't undo the damage." "I know. I know I can't. I know it's impossible. I know it's useless to try. I know it's foolish to hope."