Novel & Cerita The Of Lost Things

Alarmed I touched my neck and froze when I realized my locket is not there anymore which was with me since the day I was born and now it was missing from my neck. "No" I yelled a little louder which froze Ernie and he stood by my side. "What is it?" He asked, concerned as I felt a lump in my throat knowing I can't find it since I have never seen it before only felt it. It felt like a curse right now that I have lost something that always made me feel closer to my mom and now I don't even have any idea where it could be. "My locket, it's not here" I pointed at my neck with tears in my eyes.

Joan Cesborn "No no no" I looked at every single bag , on my bed , on the floor , in the bathroom or things like that but none. I lost the necklace I want to cry please tell me this is just a dream. I already checked 4 times but still none. There's no trace of that necklace I sat on the ground and I felt so emotional now. I lost the necklace and I'm on my period. Nate will hate me for losing that. It's so precious and I hate it that I'm so clumsy.

Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it. "You need to rest your legs." Anna nodded and Kai stood upright. He walked to the old shelf and took out the book. He dusted the front and read the title out loud, "The tormented." "Huh?" "That's the title of the book." Kai put the book back and went to the bed. The bedsheet was very dirty. This still doesn't feel real to Kai. Does anyone else know that this place exists in the palace? No, he doubts it. He looked up and he saw an old clock. It was still ticking and he could tell it was telling the correct time.

Once he found her, a few heartfelt words and a little coaxing would be enough to win her back. When Jonathan returned home, he noticed that every item belonging to or related to Eloise was gone. Her stuff used to be so abundant, it would pile up around the place. In her words, she had wanted to "fill up his world". Yet now, not a single item could be seen, not even a toothbrush. "Hello, Mr. Sheffield. Back on your birthday, Ms. Carter cleaned up everything and seemed to want to discard everything. I thought both of you had decided beforehand that you would renew everything."

She had only lost someone who was never truly hers. And that— That was freedom.

Realizing this, a sadness blankets my jubilation from a few minutes ago. These walls and all the gorgeous art will be destroyed in a great fire that is soon yet to come. There will be nothing left of the Troy that was rich and grand, so many archaeologists will spend a lifetime searching. Pushing my sudden sadness away, I try not to think of what's to come but to live in the now.

_Leah's POV_ “There’s a problem,” Tariq said and stepped closer with a frown. “My mother has lost something important. It is a necklace with a key pendant. She never takes it off, yet it has gone missing.” His gaze sharpened on me as if searching my face for clues.

Scattered across the dark surface, laid out like holy relics on an altar, were various personal items that had mysteriously vanished from my possession over the years. A favorite rhinestone hair clip I thought I had carelessly lost in a crowded coffee shop during finals week. A silver charm bracelet that had disappeared from my nightstand without a trace, making me search the entire apartment for days. Things I had completely forgotten about, things I had assumed I lost due to my own clumsiness or distraction, were sitting there, preserved under the dim glow of a single desk lamp in a hidden room. He had been stealing from me. He had been lurking in my spaces, picking up the pieces of my lif

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

You did the worst possible thing while also doing the best possible thing. I've been looking for some pieces of myself that I've misplaced; I've been looking for them in places I've previously visited in the hopes that I've left them somewhere on those premises. Whenever I come across a setting that is familiar to me, I whisper to myself that I went here, so there must be a piece of me that I accidentally abandoned in here; I've been coming back and forth, but I've never been able to locate them. I've been coming back and forth, but I've never found them. Then I was reminded of a specific location, a specific feeling, and a specific moment that had occurred not so long ago but had already fa