So It Begins Novels & Stories

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

I sigh, placing my book down. " I'm sorry is a start, actually meaning it and not just saying it. You realized that you were wrong, that's another start, a good one and one I can believe and make me listen to you." She nods stiffly, shifting awakwardly in her seat. " I don't bite you know, I'm not that scary." I shrug. " Okay, don't get a big head now. I was wrong, we've already out lined that part." She grumbles, making me smile in amusement.

"Why?" "So we remember." "Remember?" "How it started - that no matter what it started rocky, it may get rocky, but it's good... so good." "Messy. Chaotic. Perfect. Us."

He glanced at his wife and calmly said, “I know you love him, but I think it would be better for us to start our life together immediately.” She turned back to look at her husband and said, “I know you love her, but I feel that it is time for us to start our new life and forget everything.” They both finally said the things which they wanted to say for a long time, but the only difference is they didn’t say to the people they thought they would during that “long” time. They actually uttered those words to the people who became their New Beginning…

He didn’t deserve my forgiveness, not anymore. “Are we ready?” Justin asked, his voice bright with energy. A chorus of cheers and echoes rang through the room, everyone eager, motivated, ready to take on the morning. “Good,” he continued, “now let’s start counting those steps.” He led us out of the building and onto the open road, where the cool morning air carried a faint freshness. The group surged forward, feet hitting the pavement in rhythm.

But for something else. Something that hadn’t existed before. A beginning— Built on consequences. And this time— He wouldn’t fail.

⸻ Not final. ⸻ Not complete. ⸻ But real. ⸻ Back in the control room— no one spoke. ⸻ Because they understood. ⸻ This wasn’t the end. ⸻ This was the beginning— ⸻ of something entirely new.

Then she awoke from a drowsy state, hearing the shower running. She knew she should get up and start preparing a meal, but she was caught in a strange inertia. Now she couldn't care less about food when the rest of her life depended on what happens between them. She couldn't postpone it any longer. Maybe tonight won't be the last. Maybe. Miracles have happened before.

Her tiny chest rose and fell beneath soft blankets. I wasn’t back to full strength. I wasn’t finished becoming. But I was here. Present. Living. Leading. And this? This was the real beginning.

I said causing both of them to just look at me, this time not with shocked faces but with a pitying one. "Don't give me those looks, it's already stressful enough for me" I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Why did I end up in such a crazy situation? "Well…that was…quite surprising and unexpected" Caleb said, he sighed and got back into the character again. "Please take slow breath and calm your mind now. Mr Holmes, we're going to begin our therapy right now, low sex drive therapy, day 366. Mr Holmes Can you describe to me exactly what happened until you got turned on?" Asked Caleb after pressing a button of his audio recorder pen, he held it closer to the man. I slowly shut my