Novel & Cerita The Past As Prologue

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.

I tried to pull her to me as we say on the porch but she sat in her own seat and sighed softly as our friends surrounded us. "Ok guys. I need answers. I don't want vague details and talk of thousands of years ago because I don't think I could stand another headache. I want answers on to what the hell is going on." she explained trying to remain calm but her voice was shaking at the end. "Did Deacon explain what an agapitos is?" Bridgette asked and she nodded her head looking at me. She had to feel the pull, otherwise she wouldn't have become so wrapped up in us. She has to feel the pull of our love and the years in the past we have had with each other.

he annexed as we proceed to stride again. I stared at his back with adoration. I never thought it will be this fascinating that I can't take my eyes off of it. "Of course," I muttered in a low voice. "It is a maze and everything in it is its tricks to bewitch those who are losing their way." I never heard a single reply. It's already seen. An hour ago, that is actually what happened. But whatever the current situation is will never be the same as the past. It won't be balanced nor be collided. Present and past would fight each other as the future would merely be their witness.

Etta cooed gently, brushing her hair hair off her sweat slicked forehead. For the first time, Annalise actually initiated physical contact, sitting up and hugging her friend tightly. "Not a nightmare...a memory." Annalise panted, still holding on for dear life. "I've got you, Anna. You're not there anymore. You will never have to go back ther.Do you hear me? Never."There was a fierce protectiveness in Etta's voice that brought tears to Annalise's eyes. "Dry those eyes, Bestie. You can't meet my parents like this. They'll think I did this because they will love you instantly." She feigned indignation.

Ocean eyes. The kind of eyes that reminded me of someone in my past. Someone who had ripped my heart from my chest and crushed it under his boot with pleasure and mirth. The very person who had played with my feelings and destroyed the slightest reputation I had. Someone who stole everything away from me. My heart. My love. My innocence. My family. My friends. My dreams. My entire life.

"WHEN STORM OCCURS STAY CALM AND ENJOY YOUR RHYTHM ALONG YOUR OWN MUSIC," FROM ME. TO YOU. He'd been left alone once more, but he'd never worried. He'll catch up to them later, but not right now. He'll take his time reminiscing about the past. When he sees Cian Xia disciples fleeing, he can't help but think about their past as disciples. They were once like that as well, running free as if nothing could ever bind or hurt them.

A perfect life was indeed a joke. When you were on the verge of dying, science believed that you would have seven minutes of brain activity left. That was how your brain would flashback memories in a dream sequence. People went from dreaming about the future but would later find themselves visualizing the past instead. And for that, they missed what is currently in the present. It was how I precisely felt right now. It was like I had to be completely alone while traveling to a place far away here and not to the exact place I would wish to go. It wasn’t the same place where I could feel free, safe, and secured.

Our days were simple yet happy, each one filled with joy and laughter. Occasionally, I would hear about Ricardo from Vincenzo. It was said that the Gambino Famiglia had completely collapsed, and Ricardo himself had become a vagrant. He wandered the streets, drunk and half-mad, muttering over and over, "Isabella… Mi Dispiace." Every time I heard this, a faint ripple would stir in my heart, but it was quickly washed away by the happiness right in front of me. The past was the past. What I had now was what I should truly cherish.

Someone who had something large to say and knew that the large version would not reach me the way the small version would. She was proud. Present tense would have been too much. Future tense would have been a promise neither of us could make. The past tense was honest. Past tense was the only thing that could not be argued with or taken back or procedurally challenged. She was proud. While she was alive. Whatever came before and after, that part was true. I pressed my hands flat on the cold stone wall and breathed. ++++++++

Despite being ten years older than me, she had taken good care of herself—her face showed no signs of age, glowing as if she were still in her early twenties. I shook my head and stayed quiet. In this moment, Alicia was defenseless, pleading like never before. But I felt nothing. "Benjamin, you never actually broke up with me! You just left on your own! We're still together, aren't we? Let's just call it a rough patch, okay? I know how much you loved that car. I bought you a new one! You—"