10 Year Gap Novels & Stories

she said and left the room leaving me behind, I pictured the hawk eyes that stared at me when I was coming in here I just hope I don't get into anyone's bad book here but ten years is a long time. A really long time.

Somewhere in Brooklyn Finally, after five years I can go back to the new normal. The time gap will not be easy to bridge, a lot has happened during my absence. I did keep up with the news on a daily basis, both business news and the gossips. So, I know what I'm going to face.

His breath was shortening and breathing was becoming harder by the minute. “I know today has been a long-awaited day for everyone and so has it been for me. My parents have been gone for 10 years but I can't say these 10 years have passed pleasantly. While we all have grown in different aspects of our lives, we still do not forget we had not planned for this day to come.” Carlson stopped taking in a long breath.

CALISTA'S POV ****Ten Years Later*** Woah. It's already ten years, and everything just went fast like a flash. I couldn't believe that it was just ten years ago, since some nefarious calamities befell me left, right, and center. But, I'm grateful. It's been ten years of peace, ten years of love, and ten years of vitality. I am a better person now, and all the hurdles I've had to step over, have shaped me into the best version of myself.

" George helped me out of bed. I stood by the window and stared at the gravestone in the garden. It was the one I had built to deceive her. I kept her by my side for ten years and never let her leave. I thought keeping her close meant loving her. I thought breaking her wings would keep her from flying away. I was a fool. I had long discovered there were traitors in the family. There were people who wanted me dead and who wanted my position. Ten years ago, it was them. They had waited ten years for the right opportunity. When I learned I had cancer, and when my life entered its final countdown, I handed them that chance myself. I knew Laura and her dad were tied to my uncle's faction.

He said in a trembling voice, "I hated her for leaving me out of a desire for money back then… Everything I did was for the sake of hearing her say that she still loved me and cared about me…" Vivi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Love?" "10 years, Chester. 10 whole years. In the past 10 years, when did Yuna stop showing you love? She's loved you every minute and every second of your time together. Did you deserve it? How could you have deserved over 10 years of Yuna's love?" She wasn't willing to waste any more time speaking with him and promptly drove him out of her bar. He suddenly recalled that in the 10 years he'd been married to me, he had never once had a proper conversation with me.

For a moment there I let myself wander in the thought that he still was. But no. There was no way he could be; anybody in their right mind would know not to wait that long for someone, not three or four, but ten years. “Rose, I'll continue to remind you—” And me, “That it's been ten years,” “Well, it's been ten years, and I still love you.” I scoff. “Well, thank you, but we never went out of contact. Alex and I haven't had a single conversation in ten years.”

And judging by Izzie’s healthy appetite and boundless energy, she was doing the same for her daughter. So why is she like this? Why is she so thin? The question lingered in his mind. He couldn’t find an answer. Ten years. He'd been gone for ten years. Ten years of deliberately cutting himself off from everyone. Ten years of refusing to contact his family. Ten years spent trying to bury old wounds beneath work, ambition, and a revolving door of meaningless relationships. Yet eventually, he'd come back. Not because he wanted reconciliation. Not because he'd missed them.

“Approximately four hundred and thirty. Based on community population records and the documented neurological pathway from the compound.” Four hundred and thirty people. Five years. Sitting in a gap between a supply archive and a sixth field entry that nobody had cross-referenced for forty-six years. “Named in the submission by community affiliation and harm period,” Kofi said. “Every documented individual in the five-year gap.”

Didn’t acknowledge him. The gap between us remained unbridged, wider than the three steps I physically kept. It spanned five years, countless lies, and a daughter who didn’t know her father.And if I had anything to say about it, never would.