What if all the things we always wished for, came true? What if you only had memories and traces of your loved ones and forgotten all the things you regret.
They say everything comes at a price. You lose something, you gain something. Little did Val...
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“A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams"
Regrets are a part of life, but they don’t have to be a major part of it. Sometimes, doing certain things affects you in a way that you won’t consciously realize. Especially with the items that have an effect on the way others see you.
But real regrets are about bad choices. Not bad things happening to you, or the way that life has punched you in the face,regret is a deep sorrow about something you did, or something you failed to do. It’s anger at yourself for having enough information to have made the right decision, but making the wrong one –it’s about self-blame.
"I've done many things wrong whilst having many options at hand. I never knew I would regret about it at a certain point. I wish I could go back in time and do things right for the sake of myself or the loved ones that I have. Perhaps then I could be at ease or could I atleast forget the things that I did? Because it haunts me every single day but then again that's probably too much to ask for. And then there are memories; memories which I cherish the most and can never be replaced. The memories which I have with her are irreplaceable. I honestly hate to see her sad when people points at me saying things I did. I really wish God would give me another chance to restart my life with her."-Valentine.
I don't even know what I did but that's what I've found written in the journal which survived the car crash. But too bad it was a new one and had nothing written on it except that. I wish there were more clues, clues as to who I am and where I came from. Only thing that I got from the text is that my name is Valentine. But that's impossible as I've been told that my name is Anthony. I wanted to confirm if it was actually my journal or not and turns out that I do indeed have the same handwriting.
I closed the half burnt journal and placed it at the nightstand. It's been around six months since I woke up at a hospital hearing little cries of a child; asking who I am. They said it was a miracle that I woke up because my body was getting weaker every passing day and I showed no chance of survival.
Until one day when a nurse brought a baby boy by my side whilst I was still in coma, my heartbeat spiked up hearing his cries. The doctors were beyond amazed and said it was a miracle that I survived and the little boy was none other than my own biological son. And basically the nurse brought him in that day because an old woman who claimed herself as my mom insisted her to as he wouldn't stop crying and it was a VIP room booked by an old man who claimed himself as my dad and he also happened to be the owner of the hospital so none had any say in it.
I wanted to yell at them saying that the last thing I remember was that, I fell into the riverbank when I was barely seven years old. But then again if I look at myself, at my body to my dismay I'm a full grown up man.
It was hard to accept the reality at first and if it wasn't for the little boy who was by my side then I would have lost the very last ounce of my sanity. But then again if what's written in the journal is true then I should never give a damn about my past and should enjoy my life to the fullest doing things I desire for. The baby! He was the one for whom I was desperate to know about my past. He was just too innocent to be left alone. And if he was my son then what about his mom; my wife or was I really married. Yes, I was! The shiny object on my ring finger answered my unasked question.
There were many other unanswered questions which I desperately need the answers of. When I was young I was named Anthony, said dad so why did the journal have the name Valentine? And why did mom question dad like that? As if I've been missing for many years. Also why did my uncles and aunts look at me with bewilderment when they saw me. I mean I don't blame them as I never knew they were related let alone family.
I had thousands of questions on my mind but had none to answer them. When I asked dad as to what happened, he simply said to leave the past behind and start a new life with my son. Axel. That's what they said I named him. And when I asked them about my wife they said they had no idea about her but the investigators said there was a presence of a woman at the car which I was in. And if so, where was she?
As for now I'll take it as God has given me another chance at life which I've asked for so I really wouldn't waste my time doing things wrong like before as it's been stated at the journal. But- yes there's always a but, but I wouldn't stop looking for my wife. And the ring which I have on my finger will forever be cherished and kept as a token.
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-A/N: Hi there, sweeties! Here's a new book for y'all. Since many of you annoyed me with your texts asking when I'm going to publish "Mind games" I thought I would publish another book instead because well- it's the third book in the series and I've not finished the first book yet. Anyway let's not talk about that and talk about this! Do let me know your thoughts. This story has been inspired by a series which I've watched a very few days ago. Although I've been inspired by it,the plots and storylines are different and are products of my own imagination.
-I hope you're going to enjoy it as I've got many plans for this one.
