Mistakes Into Miracles の小説・ストーリー

“Sera, I didn’t expect you to come so far away to work. You must feel lonely by yourself, right?” I walked right past him, but Mark caught up again. “I admit I’ve made mistakes before, but I’m clear-headed now. Angela is a fraud. I nearly lost someone as good as you because of her! Sera, look, I came all this way to make it up to you. Come home with me, will you?” I shot him a look of disgust. “Mark, don’t be pathetic.” His tone turned pleading. “I just... I just want to make it up to you...”

At the mention of that name, Hansel's face twisted with disgust and a deep-seated hatred in his eyes, even after all these years. "She… was a mistake. And because of that mistake, I lost you. But I want to fix this. I want to make it right—" "Not every mistake can be fixed, and not everything can be undone," Miranda cut him off. With a smirk, she added, "Like you said, we both need to move forward. I've moved on. I hope you can too."

He shook his head and looked into her eyes, leaned a little closer, and pressed his forehead to hers, and sighing he said: “Oh, Diana! If you hadn't run away from me that night. If you had stayed… You would know that you are in this trouble because of me”. “Because of you? Why do you say that? As you just said, you're not alone in this,” Diana frowned in confusion. Ian sighed and confessed: “It's my fault. Because by some divine chance. That night, the condom I used, broke” “And what are you telling me so far?” she asked, shouting, getting up suddenly and walking away from him.

Not imagined. Not wished for. Real. The realization settled quietly inside her chest. Not every miracle arrived dramatically. Sometimes miracles looked like sunlight through a window. Coffee growing cold on a bedside table. A husband pretending to lose arguments on purpose. A daughter with impossible dreams and color-coded folders. Sometimes miracles looked exactly like the life people built after surviving the life they thought would destroy them.

“For the time being.” “That doesn’t sound encouraging.” Michael brought a glass up to his lips, taking a sip before speaking again. “What’s going on?” “I think you know.” “It’s about her, right?” “Of course it is.” Sebastian blew out an agitated breath. “What the hell am I doing, Michael? Am I about to make a stupid mistake?” Michael lifted his chin. “I mean…maybe. Seriously, just look at how badly she’s hurt you in the past. And yet you still want to be with her. It doesn’t make any sense.”

She kind of knew it was the Spirit World, but at the same time, it felt different. “You have so much pain in you, Selena. So much pain,” The goddess said to her as the entity walked closer to her. “I have tried to help you to use it to grow and become better, but I fear that it might devour you. I fear it might destroy you, leaving the pack vulnerable.” Selena scoffed, shaking her head. “I told you, right?” She chuckled without humor. “I told you that I was not the one.” She swallowed hard. “You made a mistake. You’re literally the Moon goddess, and you made a mistake.”

“You messed up. You know it. But you’re not a monster, Mira. You’re a person who made a human mistake.” I blinked at her through tears. “That’s a generous way to describe cheating.” “At the end of the day,” she said softly, “we all mess up. Some of us break hearts, some of us break promises. You just have to figure out what you want to do with the mess.” Her words sat heavy but kind. I leaned against her shoulder again, breathing in her calm. When she went to the kitchen to rinse mugs, I reached for my phone. A headline lit up the screen:

"The deal was simple. He wanted to be perfect. Never to make a mistake again. In return for this... I would take his soul after ten years." I frowned. The idea of such a deal was absurd. How could anyone agree to something like that? Trading their soul for perfection? "I know it sounds unbelievable," Mistake said, reading the doubt on my face with ease. "But it happened. It is real." I shook my head slightly, trying to process everything she was saying. "Okay... okay. But how am I connected to all of this? Why did you bring me to this world? I'm supposed to be in the past, in my world."

Now he believed it and admitted how blinded he was back then. Then, the Goddess sent him Mira — the woman who opened not only his eyes but his heart and soul. He had seen far greater since her presence involved in his life. The dark side of her past had taught him numerous lessons. It opened a new perspective for him. The darkest of her memories had taunted him whenever he closed his eyes — that showed him some people were meant to be broken at the start and mended on the end. His Mira was broken on the start — went through the most gruesome experiences that were known to their kind. He couldn’t repair her but he could mend her—support her whenever he could, cherished, loved and treasured he

Crying out all of my mistakes. All the mistakes of my past.