Remake Our Life Novels & Stories

Life for me. ***

Created a family that shouldn't exist but does. And now we get to live it. Raise our daughter. Build our future. Together. All of us. Forever. Unbreakable. Exactly as it was always meant to be.

Everything was happening too fast. “Let’s not get too emotional. For now, how about you call everyone out, bring out the sick kids and let’s try to rebuild what seems lost.” And that’s the beginning of a new life for me.

I tipped my head towards her, conceding the point. Life hadn’t simply returned to normal after the dust settled. Things would never be the same as they were before the war started. We tried. But too much had happened. Too many people cared just to let everything fall apart. Normal was torn down and rebuilt between the blood of our peers. Between every second, we worried we wouldn’t make it to see another day. The Obscura we moved through now wasn’t restored as it was. It was remade. Made stronger by us. Made with sweat and fear and love.

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

Because in the end, we didn’t rebuild the life we lost. We built a better one.

“Okay, Adam, my eyes are closed too.” “Adam,” Althea whispered. “Let’s travel back in time. Back to when we were young. When life was free and open. When we were seventeen. When I say ‘restart,’ we’ll open our eyes and for just a few moments, we’ll no longer be adults, but teenagers with open hearts, without a care in the world. Are you ready?” Adam’s voice was unwavering. “Yes, Althea.” Althea smiled at his response, her eyes still closed. “Okay, on the count of three. 3…2…1…” Althea's voice trailed off for a moment before she uttered, “Restart.”

she asked excitedly, infecting him with her joy. "Yes! Let's start again, my love, just the two of us, a new life. Let's rewrite our lives, us and our Ant, in a new place where we don't know anyone. We'll start from scratch. What's wrong, are you crying?" "Oh, it seems like a dream, my love. I'm moved."

Who could it be? I unlock the cell phone and read the message. UNKNOWN: “Hi, I'm the guy you danced with last night, it was nice to meet you, would you like to meet up some other day and have a drink?” I start typing and send the message. “It seems that the feeling is not mutual, he gave you his number wrong” I leave the cell phone on the bed to get dressed and not two minutes later I get another message. “I'm sorry, I guess so. Damn! I don't understand why the same thing happened to me a second time”