10 Months Ago Novels & Stories

We even had a friendly chat two months ago. However, I soon found out just how horribly, outrageously wrong I was.

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Ten months. I counted it on a Wednesday morning sitting at the thinking rock with tea, the summer fully present now, the founding ground warm in a different way than it had been warm in winter — the silver lines in the grass catching sunlight rather than moonlight, the specific gold of a place that had lived through its first full season change and was about to approach its second. Two hundred and thirty-one people. Taya updated the calendar. I looked at the founding ground. I thought: ten months ago I was kneeling on a stone floor.

AIDAN “Eight years ago was a long time, man,” Jace said from the other end of the phone as I buried my head in my desk, going through the contracts that needed my review and signatures. “Hell, this was more than eight years. It’s close to nine, if not over..” “So what’s your point?” I asked gruffly.

I asked, still refusing to look back at her. “Who says I want anything? It’s been seven years since we’ve seen each other, and I was only trying to say—” “Eight.” “What?” “It’s been eight years since we’ve seen each other and your uncle, my president, wanted it that way. In fact, so did your asshole brother, and as another point of fact, I’m not even supposed to be talking to you,” I yelled over the din as I continued to scan the Sanctuary for Cutter. “Jesus, Minus. Is that what this is all about? We were kids back then,” Cricket said, her airy laugh cutting through the masculine clatter of the room.

Ten minutes. Ten minutes. ♠️️♠️♠️♠️

"Lola, you have a brain tumor and I am so sorry to say this but you just have at least two months to live. Discovering this late,i don't think there is anything even the best Doctor around town can do. " Lola breathed in deeply and tears flowed freely from her eyes.

Eight whole months? It was undoubtedly going to be hell.

“And when would that be?” “Six months.”