The Of Lost Things Novels & Stories

Celine’s hands shook as she opened the tissue-wrapped bundle. She lifted a delicate silver locket from the paper, its surface engraved with a familiar pattern—an intricate swirl of leaves and vines. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her fingers traced the design. It was a locket she had lost long ago, a gift from her late mother, a token of love she thought was gone forever.

The Lincoln limousine drove off amidst Corey's frantic curses. … Fortunately, my rental apartment wasn't far. I dragged my bruised body and limped back to the place. After stripping off the foul-smelling clothes, I carefully washed myself from head to toe. Lying in bed, I tried to comfort myself that I'd start a new life tomorrow after a good rest. The next morning, I called the junk collector and sold off everything I had bought with Lydia—the projector, the couch, the mattress—all of it. Her clothes and her headphones went straight into the trash.

He even offered to sign a legal agreement, promising not to take a single cent from my family if I was willing to come back to him. "Laura, I want you—not your wealth. When you disappeared, I was frantic, searching for you everywhere. I only now understand that losing you was an unbearable pain for me." But my heart had long since turned cold. I would never forgive him. How could I not have known all of this already? The day my family took me from the hospital, they told me everything that happened afterward. When the hospital reported me missing, Jack had gone mad, searching through every ward and checking every surveillance camera in the area.

I might have been influenced by the way he was playing with my hair on our first date, but I won’t admit that. I was going to wear a different top for this date, but the one I wanted to wear seems to have vanished from my closet. I don’t know what is going on with me lately. I seem to keep losing or misplacing things, which is really hard in such a tiny apartment. I’m sure they’ll pop up the next time I clean the place. The things you want always manage to show up when you’re not in need of them. “Are you always so punctual?”

he kept talking. " I hate the feeling of loss, the ever growing space of emptiness. How your hands seems to keep reaching for something in a space that it already know is vacant. How no matter how many times you look for something even after you know it had left you'lltry once more. A hope that doesn't even believe in itself, a desire to change the inevitable a guilt for not being able to. I lose everything, I think it was the first language I learned and now it haunts me. Sometimes I wish I could trade in all the keys, glasses, cards, leather wallets, faces that are slowly peeling from the lamppost of my memory people for the time I spent hunting for them until I am twirling in the centre o

I only took it off when I had to go on stage to dance. I dragged the stinking pack over and took out the two photographs, then flipped it over and shook the rotting clothes out on the floor before I ripped a hole in the false bottom I had sewn into the pack. I wiggled my fingers into the hole, looking for the charm bracelet. I touched nothing but the disintegrating canvas. I almost started crying. I lost it. I lost the one thing in this world that reminded me of something good. “Quinn?” Troy called out. “What’s wrong?”

I was happy with my life even I did not have much. She smiled as she thought of her past and then the smile on her face disappeared. "B u t... n o w... I... h a v e... e v e r y t h i n g... b u t.. I... a m... s c a r e d....o f... l o s i n g. I ... a m... s c a r e d... t h a t... I... w i l l... l o s e... e v e r y t h i n g."

Benji had accepted the gift back then, but I had never known where he had placed it. It wasn't until one day when I happened to visit the basement storage, that I found them abandoned in a corner, covered in dust. It was at that moment I lost all hope in this relationship. After finishing packing, I called for a ride. While I was waiting, Benji returned. He said with a scowl, "Sydney, where else can you go after leaving me? In the end, you'll come back like you always do. How many times do I have to teach you the same lesson?"

On the other hand, Theodore was perplexed. He was anxious about the locket that he had lost 6 months ago while Theodore was in the forest of gods. Theodore went back there several times to find the locket, but the locket wasn't found. He searched for the locket everywhere he went but was unable to find any trace of it. Theodore was very unhappy with himself. Because of his carelessness, he lost the locket. Joshua and Theodore were currently on rest after completing their 60th mission. Joshua was watching a movie in the living room while Theodore was cleaning his room with the hope of finding the locket.

I asked Haden abruptly, and he sighed heavily in response. "Are you sure you want to talk about this now? Here?" he asked, as though he found it unpleasant, and I stopped walking, turning to face him as I held up both wrists. "I need to know," I said flatly, and he nodded soberly, sighing again. "They were.. are, I guess, cursed," I stared at him, waiting for him to continue, "If they are removed, they take something from the wearer with them. Life force or something.. the Doctor was kind of vague, it's a little out of her range of expertise."