The Faded Past Cannot Be Chased Novels & Stories

Or perhaps, his human friend couldn’t. "He’ll never know," I thought with a bitter smile. "Every time he abandoned me, he was nudging me closer to the grave." He didn’t have the patience to wait. And I was out of time. I had less than twenty-four hours to live.

And still, as the hallway stretched on, I couldn’t shake one crushing truth from my mind: No matter how hard I tried to escape my past, it was still chasing me. And this time, it wore Cassie’s face.

His clothes reeked of women's perfume, so strong it made me wince. A message popped up on my screen. "What kind of desserts do women like?" I remembered something from two years ago. "Every woman in the pack is obsessed with lemon bars lately. They say it tastes like first love—sweet and sour. I kind of want to try them too." "You're almost 30. Isn't it pathetic, copying a bunch of teenage girls?" Jerry muttered, giving me a look of pure disdain. But now, he showed up in the middle of the night with a whole box of them. I ignored him, flipping through my medical charts.

But he still couldn't find the marriage contract after rummaging through them more than ten times. After a nearby cleaner watched him search from morning until evening, he couldn't help but offer some advice, "Young man, did you lose something? The garbage there is cleared every day. "If you want to find it, try the landfill. Your lost item might be there." Lucas immediately rushed to the landfill upon hearing this. The privileged son of the Yearwood family didn't mind the filth or the stench as he frantically searched everywhere in the landfill. By the time Anna found him, Lucas—filthy and reeking—was huddled in a corner, muttering to himself. "What should I do? I can't find the marriage co

Previously But I noticed, every time we were about to get closer and closer, you would pull back again. There was something mysterious about you. I didn't quiet really understand you! But it didn't stop me from falling in love with you, now and never will................ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5 Days later I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the fire. I will miss this place, it was like a cure for my hiraeth. The past few days, it felt like I had found a home again.

My eyes shifting back to the abandoned brothel, I ran inside, ignoring the shitty clicks of the reporters cameras and the depressing air. My eyes glued to the abandoned hell building as my heart kept on failing me, I ran back inside ignoring any and every fucking thing in my way, but at last in the end I realize that it was impossible to fight what had already happened, no matter how shitty it was. And no matter how you may despise fate, at last I realized that it was impossible to run faster than your shadow and how it was fucking impossible to take back and change time, no matter how hard... how freaking hard you try.

Zach stumbled and collapsed to the ground, then suddenly crawled over to my feet. “Coco, I’m sorry! It’s all my fault! Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want, just don’t leave me, okay? “I know you’re mad at me, and that’s why you even walked away from the company we built together. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. Just give me one more chance! “I already contacted the wedding planner. We’ve redesigned everything into a grand ceremony and included all your favorites. Come back with me and we’ll get married right away. Please!”

Here it began - tiny links built slowly, through talk that meant something. Yet her last phrase lingered - “My son loves you… I hope you’ll give him a chance” - repeating inside me long after she spoke. That quiet line pressed harder against my ribs with every breath. The choice ahead didn’t feel light, nor sudden; it had been building without sound. Each step forward now carried that moment like a stone. Her voice wasn’t loud, still it filled the space between thoughts. What came next could not ignore what she left behind. Once strong, the past now fades. Its grip slips slowly. Time wears it down. What once held tight grows weak. Memory loses shape. Old moments blur further each day.

He didn’t disappoint her. "The guy you knew is gone. You’re doing us both a disservice by clinging to the past. It’s time to move on." Chloe didn’t speak as he slowly strolled back to where she stood, praying her eyes wouldn’t mist with the tears prickling wildly.

“Driving all the way here, I couldn’t help but think about all this, and one thing I have finally come to accept is that the past never left us. It just paused a little, and now it is chasing after us again.” “It is now left for us to decide if we are ready to face the truth that we can’t fix all of our past and move on. It will always find a way to drag the future.” I paused and looked around to see if they were all following, and they were. Their eyes were fully focused on mine. “So I’ve come to the terms that we are going back to being a mafia, so this shit won’t ever happen again.” “Those guys finding us isn’t a coincidence, and trust me when I say more of them are coming until they kill