The Faded Past Cannot Be Chased 소설 & 이야기

I think I'm starting to fall in love with you. Without Kenzo and Khanza noticing, someone was watching from behind the wall beside the open door. He — Keanu, was observing Kenzo and Khanza while clenching his fists. His jaw tightened and the next second, Keanu closed his eyes. Beside him, Ven's transparent figure looked just as frustrated. Keanu had heard everything from Ven. All the things that happened to Khanza and their connection with what happened two hundred years ago. “Keanu, I really can't see big sister Khanza and big brother Kenzo like this. I won't be able to see history repeating itself. Because I remember all my life in the past. This is too much, Keanu. Can't they be happy?"

--- Instead— She leaned back. Closed her eyes for a moment. --- “I hate that this is even happening,” she said softly. --- “I know.” --- “I thought I was done with that part of my life.” --- “You are.” --- She opened her eyes. Looked at him. --- “Then why does it feel like it’s not over?” --- A pause. --- “Because sometimes,” Adrian said carefully, “the past tries to reopen doors you’ve already closed.” --- Silence. --- “But that doesn’t mean you have to walk through them.”

CADEN I’d get over the past if it were something that obeyed my command, like all the shitheads ready to worship me. But there are some things that won’t just fade away, and my stained past is one of those things. Even though I’m not desperate for change, it doesn’t mean I don’t fear for myself. Because I sure as hell do fear. Happiness is something my past has obscured, bringing only the darkest of days, and anyone as smart as Mad would know I’ve dwelled in them.

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

Then I said sorry and left. With just two dollars left, I went to the pharmacy and then headed home. After getting home, I went to my grandfather's room and picked up his photo, holding it close. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I couldn't live up to what you expected. You said, if you like someone, you should pursue them boldly, without regrets. But, Grandpa, it's exhausting. I give up. Can I go to the other side and keep you company, Grandpa? I’ll take silence as a yes."

Jada cried, angrily wiping her eyes as she looked away from him. "Everything. I am a fool for you, Jada. But believing you are mine will be cruel, only to set you free again... I don't want to lose my mind. So remember me, and once you do, you can have my last name." "What if I never... I never remember our past. Will our present continue to mean nothing to you?!" With a pause, Chase's jaws clenched tight at the question, and he heaved heavily. "How can you say it means nothing to me? You don't know how happy I am-"

“No, But I would like to gift you some wisdom. A successful future is determined by history. You don’t need a good past, to have a good future. But you need to accept the past as the pass. Learn to move forward, and not take the pain everywhere you go. Because that pain will only turn to hatred and hatred always festers. It will poison you, and you need to know the past to learn from it. Histories forgotten are histories damned to be repeated. You have your free will; you get to choose your next move” Just like that she was gone. I kneeled alone in the dirt. I exhaled a big breath. Her words played in my head. Histories forgotten are histories damned to be repeated. I had to see this. I had

"Because those moments ended. Because they were perfect because they ended. Because holding onto them means never having new ones." "You don't understand. You can't understand. Your present is full. Ours is empty." He faded. Became translucent. Then vanished entirely into memory. "We need to help them," I said. "How? They don't want help. They want to live in their pasts. Want to stay in memory." "Then we show them what they're missing. Show them what present can be. Show them that now is worth experiencing even if it's not perfect." Through the network, we reached out. Connected with everyone in this reality. Felt them all living in their preserved moments. Their recorded experiences. Their

Someone who knows exactly what he had passed through. The silence lingered. Isabella and Kunle exchanged glances. They were having issues with Jordan still lost in his world, only being dutiful. And here is Tina, talking like Jordan. Seems these two would make a great pair as friends. Isabella stood up and went to stand beside Tina, she placed her hands on her shoulders and gave it a soft squeeze. " That's one of those things in this life. But we can't keep living in the past, please don't say that again…" she coaxed.

It is everything that has ever taken place, taken away by a tiny little skip across time, like a stone skipping across water. But you cant just . . . erase all of the past! Sure I can. Like shortening a skirts waistband. Just remove the excess fabric and draw the two parts together and its like that middle part never existed. We start fresh. The whole cycle will repeat itself, and Ill have another shot at luring in the important souls. Souls like-- You will never get him. He will never join your side.