Things We Left Behind Novels & Stories

The reason I didn't leave with her back then was because I thought I had already used two chances. If I used the last one, I might never see Liam again. Later, I found out the second crossing had been nothing but one of his lies. But Liam was different. He followed me here, then went back to check the footage, then crossed again to find me. Three times. He had used them all. There was no going back for him now. Everything he built in his original world would be gone. But I didn't say any of that. I just pulled my hand out of his grasp.

At the Silverpine Pack's annual winter market, Dad bought a Christmas chocolate bar for Chloe and one for me. I accepted mine happily, but Chloe burst into tears. "Why does she get the same thing as me? Ever since she came along, I haven't been your only baby anymore!" Mom immediately took the chocolate bar from my hand. "Chloe can have this one too. You can eat something else later." But I wanted a chocolate bar too. Dad had bought that one for me. I started crying, and Mom suddenly lost her temper. "You've already taken half of your sister's love away from her. Now you can't even let her have one chocolate bar? You're already competing with her for attention at your age. Who knows how self

However, it was well-cleaned. Joseph laid his eyes on the desk. A row of medicine bottles stood on the surface. Beside them was a calendar with only one page left. With trembling hands, he picked up the bottles. Every single one of them was labeled 'For post-heart transplant use.' A sticky note was stuck underneath. It read, 'Asterna, one-way trip, 4:00 PM tomorrow.' There were only a few bleached clothes left in the cabinet. The cardboard box in the corner caught his attention. When he opened it up, what he saw made him gasp.

Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family. Derick, lost and searching, was instead found by Jasmine. 10 years had turned Jasmine into a shell of her former self, robbed of her fertility and plagued by a severe mental disorder. Once she found Derick again, she would not let go. From lovers to sworn enemies, they lost everything and lived only to torment each other. Soon after, tragedy struck in Derick's home: a shooting that left both dead. Rumor had it that Jasmine, in a fit of madness, decided if she was going down, Derick was going too.

Expired feelings weren't worth clinging to, just like these worthless gifts. I shook my head. Damien was a neat freak. He wouldn't want these things back anyway. I threw everything into an iron bucket—the few gifts, the handful of photos—and destroyed them all with silver powder. As the silver smoke rose from the corroding memories, I said goodbye to my past and prepared to embrace a new life. --- After finishing this cleansing ritual, I went to the Beta Elder to get travel permits for other territories. For my upcoming secret research, I needed documentation that would help me hide my identity and tracks. On the surface, these were just permits for traveling to other territories.

My heart tugs, everyone truly does grow up and let the big wide world slowly devour them up and never once do they look back or try to stop themselves from growing because it's what we're meant to do, anyway. I know one thing though. I know that I left a lot of things behind. From my past. I left a lot and right now, one of the things that I left is here, sitting in front of me looking completely over everything, done with this cruel world we live in. I was selfish when I left, I knew that too. And that was one of the reasons I wanted to go back now, to find out everything but still, I would keep my distance because some things were just too broken and hard to fix and build again.

We picked out a little supplies, clothes and basic necessities before setting out. We headed out when the sun hid behind thick blue black clouds but our vision remained sharp penetrating through the darkness offering guidance through the trees and lonely paths. When we left the comfortable cottage I had started to consider as home, I felt a pang in my heart and a bit of pain having to leave all of it behind especially the sweet sweet fresh juice. "Let's burn it down." I had suggested because I didn't want to leave any clues behind but Seth declined. "It will distract them and slow them down a while,"

It was a reminder that growth and change were part of the journey, that each pause was an opportunity to become more than we were before. Before closing the studio, Yam placed two leaves under each bench. One read: “I stayed long enough to trust softness.” The other: “Even when you leave, you’ve left kindness behind.” They were simple messages, yet they carried a profound truth, a reminder that the impact of our presence lingered long after we had gone.

Leo read it out loud for everyone to hear. "If you are reading this, then you have found the box. And if you have found this box, it means our family has survived. It means we are still strong, still united, and still loving one another." "I left no gold here. Gold can be spent, stolen, or lost. I left something much more valuable." "I left our history. I left our stories. I left the proof of how we started from nothing, how we fought betrayal, how we suffered, and how we built this paradise with blood, sweat, and love."

On the back of the photo, a line of faded ink written in pen remained. "Mylo, the truth was, I always wanted to win against you because that was the only way you’d remember me forever." In front of the gravestone, two shadows intertwined under the setting sun, as if they had finally reached a reconciliation. The sounds of the battle between Mylo and Vera were gone from the world. All that remained was the endless sound of the waves on that beach.