Recounting Stories Novels & Stories

But the most important thing is, the world climate will be more unpredictable. I must call out ‘those’ people to made sure that we can win against him. We the fallen are destined to fight ‘that’ person until we can completely destroying him. If not, everything will be looped back again and again. Hana: What are you thinking? Akira: I’m just thinking when everything will be over. Even after i’m truly death at my own world. I was happy to get reincarnated but fate playing with me. Hana: Stop whinning, i’ve already fed up with your rant over your reincarnated, but you are truly death huh?

It felt good not to have to worry about any unwelcome and judgmental eyes on me. Violet: Wait, you're the school's running back, right? Caleb: Don't tell me you let that tool within 20 ft. of you. Violet: No, I was only ever with the really obnoxious QB. Caleb: Funny! What a coincidence? I'm a QB! Violet: Alright then QB, what did you have in mind for today? Caleb: Come over, and we can play Ghost Recon or watch something. I'm bored, and we haven't hung out since Wednesday.

We had both been born here, so unless either of us had fake memories or reincarnation was a thing, I couldn’t see how that was possible. Rem let out another hum of thought before he looked back down to me, his hand finding the back of my head and softly stroking it, almost affectionately. I hadn’t quite explained the story Elder Roz had told me, but Rem could get the basic idea from my thoughts. After a moment he said, “reincarnation doesn’t happen too often, and usually depends on the God or spirits involved, but it does and has happened before. Maybe that’s why this is all familiar, or maybe not. I know we’ll be fine, it’s just unsettling a little.”

Henry helped him and landed him 400$. “Don’t forget the 100$ that you borrowed last month” Henry huffed. “Are you serious buddy? You don’t need to remind me. I will return your amount on time. I’m In a hurry and I have to go right now, ill see you soon.” Keith hesitated and rushed to his workplace. “Keit---” Henry stood up but couldn’t speak to Keith because he rushed out of the house. Keith walked into the shop and kept the 500$ back into the locker and when Mr. Paul came, he showed him the amount with the calculations and said the money was right there but Mr. Paul couldn’t notice it because of his weak eye sight.

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."

He also claimed I sowed discord between him and his sister, which was why Alice chose to stay with me and not acknowledge him as her brother. At that moment, James spoke up. He said he didn't care about my past mistakes. As long as I came back, he would continue to love me. The viewers who once shipped us began to dig for more information about me. My front door was vandalized with red paint. Alice faced insults from strangers on campus. The neighbors no longer looked at me kindly. My account's followers plummeted.

One week after their return, the first person forgot. It was one of the oldest members of the community, a woman named Ila who had been a friend of Kael’s. She was in the middle of telling a story to her grandchildren, a story about the great siege of the living mountain, a story she had told a hundred times. In the middle of a sentence, she stopped. Her face went blank. She looked at the children with polite confusion. “I’m sorry,” she said. “What was I talking about?” The children tried to remind her, but the story was gone. It had slipped out of her mind, like water through a crack. The silence wasn’t just outside anymore. It was getting inside.

And as we stare out in front of us, the marigolds blowing in the wind, I think about everything that happened to lead us to this moment. Our story is nowhere near perfect. We had bumps and bruises along the way that took ages to heal. But the imperfections make it ours. And to me, it’s the best love story that’s ever been told. And as the man who I love holds me tight to his chest, his ring on my finger, I have this overwhelming feeling that it wasn’t fate that brought me back home. It was my mom and Linda who helped Cade and me rewrite our story.

As he spoke, he tried to hold me again. I shouted, "Show some respect! You are my brother-in-law now." "I am not!" Rick's voice trembled with emotion, almost crying. "You know very well that I love you. How could you push me to be with someone else?" He looked at me with such grievance, just like when he used to cry after being scolded as a child. I took a deep breath. "I do admit that I have always loved you, Rick. Even if you have forgotten me, I still love you. But… we have already missed our chance. Does it still count as love?"

Some stories weren’t meant to end. They just waited until after hours to start again.