Novel & Cerita 10 Year Gap

And now, she is coming back? "What?" It was all I could manage. “She’s returning," he said simply. Then, before I could demand answers, the line went dead. I sat there, gripping the phone like it was the only thing holding me upright. My pulse roared in my ears. Ten years. Ten years of nothing. No calls, no letters, no whispers of where she’d gone. Just my mother’s quiet sadness of how she hated her, our father’s stiff silence, and the unspoken rule that we didn’t talk about her.

Stanley Cup Final. Ten Years Later. CAL I've been hitting Ethan Locke for ten years. Not always legally, not always cleanly. Sometimes only with my eyes, sometimes with words, mostly with the full, undeniable weight of my massive body driving him into the boards. Ten years of crossing ice, a decade of wanting – needing – to leave a mark that he can’t just get up and skate away from. Ten years ago, I wanted to hit him because he mocked me, now I hit him because it’s the only language loud enough to fucking reach him.

Then back again. Comparing. Checking. Verifying. The room waited. Finally she looked up. "The first confirmed image." My stomach tightened. "What about it?" Mara pointed toward the date beneath Arthur's notation. Then toward another entry several pages later. The gap between them was tiny. Only three weeks. Three weeks between locating Site Ten and beginning what appeared to be years of investigations. Years. Obsessive years. Protective years. Fearful years. Mara looked around the room and then quietly said the one thing none of us had considered.

I let out a slow breath and leaned backward until I fell against the mattress, my eyes moving toward the ceiling. Ten whole years; it sounded ridiculous when I actually thought about it, ten years since I last saw him, since he had disappeared from my life without warning. That was the worst part, I didn't know anything, we didn't even get to see each other again since he left for his mother's funeral ten years ago.

Sophie asked, her tone now icy. She had meticulously examined all the available information on Charlie, a 13-year-old music prodigy who had mysteriously disappeared during the peak of his fame, only to reappear a decade later. Throughout those ten years, he had left no trace, as if he had vanished into thin air. Now, as the industry had nearly forgotten the once-famous singer, he was making an unexpected comeback.

Steve was quiet for a while and then broke a smile, reaching for a bottle of water this time. "Is that a joke?." He asked with a laugh after a few seconds. Maxwell didn't answer, watching Steve laugh, nothing in his tone depicted that he was joking, but if the roles were reversed, he would have laughed too. Maybe not laugh, but he would groan out loud and then walk away. "You're serious?." Steve's laugh stopped. "What do you mean younger women?, my wife and I have a four year gap." Maxwell shook his head, "That's almost normal these days, I'm talking about nine to ten years difference."

Kent sticks his tongue out to taste the wetness of my underwear, “Yummy. When was the last time you have sex, Miss Irwin? Looks like you need a proper fuck to awaken your body.” It was embarrassing to say, but I haven’t had any sex life for almost two years. The last time I had sex was before breaking up with my college boyfriend Mark. Our break up was reasonable, I guess, he wanted to have a job, a wife, and three kids, I wanted to focus on my academic career. After realizing that I didn’t fit into his vision of a trophy wife, he immediately moved on with someone who were willing to play the second fiddle in their relationship.

He put the phone down. Not yet. Ten years. Both of them wondering. Both of them waiting. Both of them too scared to make the first move. The years apart continued.

My mouth fell open. “Oh my God.” Ten years. I had lost ten entire years. Ten years of my life were just… Gone. I didn’t remember graduating. I didn’t remember building the company. I didn’t remember getting married. I didn’t remember having children. I didn’t remember becoming a mother. I didn’t remember becoming an ex-wife. I didn’t remember any of it. I kept scrolling. Then I went to I*******m. My I*******m. I found the tagged section.

The reason was that we both worked in the same company. Things only turned out this way because I made a stupid decision that I regretted immensely in my past life. Due to some personal reasons, I didn't start looking for a job as soon as I graduated from college. Instead, I decided to take a gap year. By the time I settled down at my current company after working there for two years, Sonia had graduated from college as well. Back then, our relationship still wasn't as strained. After all, she was the only female cousin I had, and we would always band together and hang out during family gatherings at Thanksgiving or Christmas.