What Meant To Be Will Always Find A Way Novels & Stories

I had to. “I swear I’ll find a way out of here, Mom,” I muttered, the words almost coming naturally, as if the pendant had given me the strength to speak them. "No matter what, I’ll do it. I’ll survive. I’ll make sure this ends. And I’ll find him. I’ll find Caleb. I know he’s out there, and I know he's doing everything he can to reach me."

Thalia froze as if she could not believe Zach had raised his voice at her. When Zach turned to me, however, his expression was tender. "Will you please come back, Sydney? I promise that everything will go back to the way they used to be. We can go back to the way we were."

I stared out at the darkening sky and wiped my tears. "Dad, Mom, I still need about a week to finish wrapping up things here." "Alright, take your time. And be sure to say a proper goodbye to your adoptive brothers. You don't have to worry about the wedding—we'll take care of everything for you. "Whatever happens, the Kingsley family will always be your support." My eyes welled up. Timothy and Christopher had said the same thing to me once. "Lena, don't be afraid." "From now on, we're your family. We'll always be by your side."

Ready. Always ready. The way the right things always were.

"You'll find them. You'll find the truth. You'll find the answers. You'll find justice. You'll find peace. You'll find closure. You'll find healing. You'll find freedom. You'll find redemption. You'll find the strength to carry on." "How do you know? How can you be so sure? How can you be so certain? How can you be so calm? How can you be so strong? How can you be so brave? How can you be so hopeful? How can you be so faithful? How can you be so trusting?"

I needed to hold onto something so badly for assurance and just like a sign, I came across the necklace on an online shop when I wasn’t even searching. The caption compelled me to get it as well. It had read “No matter how far we go, we’ll always find our way back. Like they do- always chasing, never apart.” I had always wanted to find my way back to her, and her to me. I hoped, really hoped for our sake that we find our way back to each other. But before then, I was going to start making things right like I had promised her. I was starting with Bianca. I placed a call and she picked.

“But I can’t breathe without them. I won’t survive without them. So I’ll find them. I’ll drag them back if I have to.” My tears streaked down my cheeks, but my voice steadied. “They’re mine. And I’ll never let them go.” The note crumpled in my fist again, wet and ruined, but I held it to my chest like a vow. I didn’t care how long it took. I didn’t care what I had to burn. I would find them. And when I did—none of us would ever walk away again.

It is about the time I lost when I could have raised my children . I press a hand against my chest, feeling the sharp ache of longing rip through me. “I will find you,” I whisper into the empty room, my voice breaking into a vow. “No matter who stands in my way, I will find you.” And with that vow burning in my veins, I gather my purse, slip into my heels, and step toward the door. The fight isn’t over it is only just begun.

"But we will find a way. We must. We have days to figure it out. Days to discover how. Days to create the solution. We work together. We think together. We create together. Someone will have an idea. Someone will see the path. Someone will discover the way. We just need to keep trying. Keep thinking. Keep creating. The answer exists. We just need to find it. And we will. Together. United. As a community. As family. As beings who refuse to surrender. Those who refuse to accept erasure. Those who refuse to let existence end. We will find the way. I know we will. I have to believe we will. Because the alternative is unacceptable. The alternative is everything ending. The alternative is all exis