Everything seems to be going with its best flow... with my family, with my career... all of it was in a smooth sail... and who would have thought that... it been months since that incident?Thanks to those memories that I have, I was able to prevent most of the things that might cause a huge problem in this timeline. Weird to say this but most of the scenarios in each life have similarities. Those people around me are the same... and there are just rare cases that their deaths would be different. As if it was their fate... my fate...Still, the fact that not all of them are identical means that changes of the future is still possible. The fact that I can prevent things from happening means that I can change the future I will have either for the better or worst of it.But I do hope that the future will be good to me... To be honest, this life is not just for me alone. It is for me and all of the Kiannas that lived a life before mine.Those things that they weren’t able to do... those w
They said that dreams are something that we shouldn’t remember. For it was designed to be forgotten once we are awake.But in some rare cases, dreams... make us remember them. To give us a message... to grant us some warnings... realization of something that only our subconscious mind can comprehend.‘I should have known that soul is a disaster’‘Her fragments are scattered... now the timelines are in chaos’‘How can a mere soul do that...’‘... She is not just a mere soul...’‘She got that blessing... even some of the angels bound in the land of mortals helped her...’‘But what would you do now? You finally got her fragments?’‘Why bother asking? There is only one thing to do. Fixed it the way it should be. Each soul must only have one memory of their life. And these two are rare cases that are starting to affect the others’My head hurts...As if... something was taken from inside me...The warmth... that I had in my heart seemed to be leaking out.The moment I opened my eyes, it to
There are things we might forget but that doesn’t mean they are no longer important to us.There are times we feel like we know someone when we don’t really even have a bit of conversation with them. Just the feeling of being close to that person for some reason. As if the moment you talk with them, what you can find is nothing but comfort... as if you have known them for so long...There are times that we feel guilty about something we don’t even know. As if we feel so sorry for any trouble we have caused. But when we asked ourselves what that was about... no words came out of our mouths.Weird... yet at the same time, we can’t even say it wasn’t true. For all of it was real and valid.We feel sad for a sudden moment in our lives. And funnily... it is for no reason at all... or maybe there really is a reason behind it but we just don’t really remember. We just don’t really know what the reason behind those tears was...Our minds are blocked from remembering what it really was. As if
Waking up in yet another nightmare, I find myself catching my breath. Holding my chest, I stare into the air. “That again…” Mumbling to myself, I can no longer count how many times I had that dream. But to call it a dream is a bit sweet for what it really was. “Love, you are awake already? Did you have that nightmare again?” Smiling at me so sweetly, I never get tired of his face. “Drake” I smiled back and ended up being caught in his arms. “You don’t look good. Are you all right?” “I am. Since you are here with me” A moment of silence before he finally process what I said. Honestly, this side of him is so cute too. “Hey, you know what? where did you learn that? that was foul. How can you say a such thing so natural?” And here he is again with his jokes. If there is something I would think of as a dream, this should be it. After all, it is too good to be a reality. After going back to the past and having the chance to avoid my death, I am lucky. I really am. To think that…
The glass suddenly falls shattering. That sound made me get out of my deep thoughts. Hah, this is a mess. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Shaking my head, I saw my hands near the glass. For some reason, I know it was me who did that but can’t admit it to myself. Am I scared? Of my own image? Or am I… scared of the fact that I know nothing at all? Ever since I was a little, I can’t deny the fact that I am so self-centered. That… I am so good at not looking through things so much. But… I don’t know why. Just seeing my own reflections makes me be reminded of that. They all look so real. As if… it isn’t just my imagination. This is weird, why am I being weird… “Kianna? Hey, I’ve been calling your name for a while. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Looking at Drake whose face is full of worries, for some reason I feel my eyes getting warm. His facial expression changed. Is he alright? And all I can remember is him hugging me while I was sobbing till I slept. ‘I am not sure when will she be
No matter how much I hate my father because of what he did, I will not deny the fact that I still love him after all of that. I did wish for him to just vanish before… after getting that much hatred but… those are the times that I do not mean what I was saying. I did wish for it but I don’t really mean it… To think that the day would come when he would really be… dead… “Hello? Shaun? Shaun?? Do you hear me?” Calling Shaun, among anyone else, he was one of those who knew what was really happening. Like, he would surely have intel if my father was just faking his death just like me, right? Because if it was him, he should know… [Kianna? Why did you call? Make it quick] He sounds so annoyed but I understand. He is busy too, I know that. But I just really need to know what the truth is… I need to know… “Is it fake news? I mean, I heard that my father is dead, it can be a case just like me. Right? He is faking it, right?” Silence, that is what I heard on the other line. My hand tha
“Mom” I am looking at the back of my mother as she is staring out the window. Drake postponed his work just so he could be with me when I visited my mom. I told him I would be fine but after what happened that time, he dared not leave me alone. He insists on going with me which I also want to happen. I am not sure if it was for me or for him but… staying by each other’s side… I am sure it would be better for the two of us. “Kianna” Looking at me, I saw how my mom smiled so sweetly. As if she was forcing herself to do so. Now that I remember, she does smile like this even before. How foolish of me to not notice. Drake let go of my hand letting me come rushing towards her. “Mom…” I mumbled as I hugged her so tight. But all she did was pat the back of me to let me calm down. “Shhh” How painful it is for her? To get betrayed by her husband like that. to have her daughter fake her death just because the bastard of his husband attempts to kill her only child? I wonder… I wond
[Hera, I heard you are back in the country. How are you doing?] “Patrish, did you really call me just to say that?” [Um, yep? It’s been so long since I last saw you. I want us to have a reunion again… if it is alright] Holding her phone, Hera was pouring coffee into her cup. Wearing a white long sleeve, she tops it with a black cardigan with knee length. “I have to pass for now. Still have something I have to do” Taking a sip, she heard the fuming sound on the other line. Indeed, Patrish wants to see her so badly. [But Hera… I will be at my uncle’s funeral. Are you sure you are not coming?] The sound of the taxi honking was then heard. Enough for the two of them to hear it. [Seems like you got to go] “Yeah” [Tch, just as I thought. You would use that excuse. But Hera… I really wish to meet you soon.] Slightly laughing at what she heard, Hera then picked up her things. “Making a wish? Are you a kid? But bye, gotta go” As soon as the door closes, she drops the call. Headin