The Faded Past Cannot Be Chased Novels & Stories

He took out a cheque and signed it. ** Kai kept his eyes staring at the boring ceiling of his room. It has been hours since he laid on the mattress yet he still couldn't fall into a slumber that he's been desiring. "Fuck," He muttered. "Let me fucking sleep," His bruise is hurting. He couldn't stop thinking. Everything that happened that day played his brain like a broken disc. The way his father insulted and hurt him felt like deja vu, for a million times now. "You're hurt? By him again? You're a man and you're being fragile? Humiliating," Kai talks to himself.

The weight of my past presses down on me, threatening to overwhelm my resolve. As I round a corner, I come face to face with a spectral figure from my past. It is a ghostly reflection of myself, filled with regrets and sorrows that I thought I had long buried. The figure reaches out to me with hands that tremble with unspoken truths, eyes filled with longing. “You can't escape your past,” the spectral figure whispers, their voice a haunting echo in the darkness. “Embrace it, or be forever lost in its shadows.”

I don’t remember the elevator ride down. I know I must’ve taken it, because one second I was standing outside a door that had just closed in my face, and the next I was out on the pavement, cold air biting at skin I hadn’t even realized had gone numb. Let's pretend this never happened. Let's never contact each other again. I kept repeating the words in my head, over and over, hoping that eventually they’d make sense. They never did.

“Fuck, I don’t even remember our wedding. It’s all blank. What should I do now? Save my memories in a chip or what?” “We can get married again. I get to make memories with you once again is truly a beautiful thing.” “It’s not as beautiful as you say,” Aries said. “Let’s not ponder on the things that are out of our hands. All I am certain of is that Chase and I adore you immensely and are prepared to forge new memories each time you fail to recollect us.” She rested her chin on her shoulder, and he laughed. “Don’t laugh! Stubbornness is often seen as a flaw, but Chase and I wear it like a badge of honor. Although you may become weary of unintentionally forgetting about us, we will never grow

Ryder asked, utterly confused. The lady laughed and then looked at all of us again. "The past is better off discovered than explained. Understanding only grows with knowledge. Thus, here begins your journey. To find the answer to what you ask, you must find the forgotten past. The past that is kept locked away in sorrow, regret and pain." Slowly, she began to fade and soon the living room was quiet. I felt a chill in my spine. That was creepy. We all gazed at the spot that she once stood and nothing was left to prove her presence.

The houses were on each side of the street, and the street went on forever. "What....what is happening?" Kasey shakily asked, her mind already concluding. "It's the souls of the dead... replaying scenes of their lives..." Belasco softly said, sorrow coating his words. "I'm also known as the lord of the lost. These souls will never be free. Not one person has managed to break their cycle since eons ago... These are my people. But yet...I can't help them." Kasey fell quiet, letting Belasco continue leading her to the other side of the street and through another alley. All the way until they reach what looked like it could've been a farming field. But nothing grew. It was now just dried soil. "

He said, "Gayle, don't listen to her. There really is nothing between Florence and me. It's all just her wishful thinking." I looked at this man in front of me. The face that once made my heart flutter seemed like a stranger at that moment. I was oddly calm. Not as delighted as I imagined, but also not as hurt. I lifted my hand and gently touched my spiky hair. "My hair will forever remind me of who you favor. The photos of the aurora will remind me of you two holding each other." I looked him in the eyes and said, "Cyrus, some damage, once done, is done. Some trust, once broken, is broken. Some paths, once taken wrong, can never be retraced.

We won't let anything bad happen to you ever again! "Please don't be mad at us anymore, okay?” They kept talking over each other, and it was so noisy that my head started to hurt. I felt annoyed as I looked at them. I tried to roll away in my wheelchair, but Ethan grabbed my hand. He looked at me with teary eyes. "Please don't go, Summer. I can't go through losing you again." Nelson and Jasper blocked my path with their arms wide open. "Come home with us, Summer. We promise we'll never leave you again."

In the rain-soaked night, two weary souls finally learned to lay their past to rest in silence. - The next day, on his flight home, Ian sat by the window, absentmindedly rubbing the old cassette in his pocket. It was now his most treasured possession. As the rising sun pierced through the clouds, its golden light spilled across his face. For the first time in a long while, he slept peacefully. After returning, Ian never told Zachary where Selena was no matter how many times he asked. As for Vanessa, she had been beaten up and thrown out of the house by Zachary. However, in name, she was still his adopted daughter. Like a parasite, she remained a presence that could never truly be shaken off.

Over time, we grew closer. One day, curiosity got the better of me. I asked why he was so attached to that park. From the way he described it, he had only been there once, yet remembered everything—its layout, colors, and even the exact placement of the benches. Ethan gave me a soft smile as he sat beside me, his eyes flickering with a hint of grief. "Because of a promise." "What kind of promise?" "A promise with someone important." He seemed to drift into a distant memory, his gaze subconsciously fixing on the bright blue sky outside the window. "I made a promise to someone. We agreed to meet there the next day, but I didn't show up.