Past Lives Couldn't Ever Hold Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They don't deserve my kindness or my love or any kind of respect. Christina had nothing to say here. How could she even speak?. Chris was listening to them standing behind the door. '' You said to forget about my past. You want me to forget about my past even though you haven't experienced what I had felt. It sounds so easy, right? But it's not as easy as you think it is. It's quite hard. My past will forever stay with me you know why? That's because it's filled with the memories of my mom. The happy times and the sad times we had spent. They will forever stay with me. They will always be living inside me so, my mom is never dead to me. She's always alive in my heart and smiling.''

she continued, her voice steady, unaffected by my desperation, “I alter history. And if history changes… the future we know collapses.” But I wasn’t listening anymore. I couldn’t. All I could see and feel… was the life I could have had. If they had lived… If they had escaped… I wouldn’t have been alone all these years.. subjected to a status worse than a maid by the Thornton’s I wouldn’t have been broken before I even understood what life was. “Please…” I whispered again, weaker this time. But it was already too late. Because suddenly… The sound of the first door opening and then slamming shut followed.

I was born with all of the memories from my previous life. Every terrible thing, every death, every time she chose him over me, I remember it all. As a child it was hard to sort multiple past lives out, but eventually I got the picture. I was doomed to an eternity of suffering, but I didn’t care. I knew deep down that I would never choose differently. It was her and it would always be her. As for Mavy, I would never admit it out loud, but if it weren’t for her I would have been lost to the darkness that was inside of me. When I heard a young girl had been found four years ago, I knew who it was, knew it was her.

I think I would always have the motivation to keep on living. But you’re gone now. You’ve been gone for a long time, and I’m just here picking up the pieces. I’m just here deluding myself that I can still live despite all of the bad decisions that I made. I’ve now lost everything that was once precious to me, baby. I can no longer function. I can no longer hold on to anything because there’s nothing left. I can never go back to your Daddy now. But... I can still go to you, right?

he began, but I cut him off. "What if I had done all of that? Would things be different between us now... Would we have lived happily ever after?" I exhaled sharply, trying to regain some semblance of control. But it was hard. God, it was hard. "I don't have the answers. But I know one thing: I can't get all that happened. The losses, the wounds, the scars... they're like reliving that broken mirror. Every time I look at you, all I see is the past, haunting me. We can’t fix it, Jared. We’ll never be the same again."

And now after seeing the birthmark on Matilda's nape, I am forced to remember that day that made me bitter and a different person. “Honey? Are you okay... What happened?” Mike also holds me. I inhale and hug him so tight to forget about my worries. I still haven't told Mike about my past because I had thought that it doesn't matter. “I'm fine. I just needed you.” That's the only thing that comes out of my mouth because I have nothing else to say. My past will only get in the way of my happiness with Mike. I pull away and look into Mike's eyes. He's a man whom I know I deserve and he also deserves me. After years of moving on, I can finally move on so I shouldn't think of my past again. It hu

"I know it's difficult to let go of the past, but you've already come so far. And you don't have to do it alone." She swallowed, the ache in her throat becoming heavier. She wanted to believe him, to have faith that the past was not something she was going to have to lug around the rest of her life, but the reality of what JM had shared with her previously remained on, an umbra that tantalized her. "But how do I stop feeling like I'm still. waiting for something that'll never happen?"

The past was always there, just beyond his reach, tugging him back, reminding him of everything he had lost and could never reclaim. Vincent let out a heavy sigh, the sound escaping from deep within him, as though the weight of his emotions had become too much to bear. His shoulders slumped, the tension that had been building in his chest finally spilling over. He knew, deep down, that his past with Isla was over—that chapter of his life had been closed, sealed shut by time and circumstance. But the pain of it, the lingering heartache, refused to let him go. Even though he had tried to move forward, to rebuild his life, the shadow of Isla’s memory still loomed large, and he couldn’t shake th

“Oh, Chloe. I love you. I love you so much.” We stood there in the shadow of the forest, holding and hugging one another. He held me like his life depended on it, and I held him like I would never let him go. After remembering so much of my past lives, of all the heartache I experienced and all the ones I had lost, I knew life was too short to let this man spend another day carrying the guilt of things that we couldn’t change.

It unsettled me, amplifying the dilemma I couldn't escape. I couldn't let him get close so easily, not when I had buried the past so deep in my heart. That painful memory had cost me far more than I ever expected. I had thought I'd be free of him, that I'd never again be haunted by what we once were. But now, standing before him once again, it felt like everything had come full circle. That indescribable pull, always tethering me to the past, was still there, and I couldn't escape it.