12 Am Thoughts Novels & Stories

Marisol. Noah. No one else. The specific private quality of something in the category seven stage. The coming thing. Not yet ready to be fully announced. But present. In everything. --- Thursday morning. I was at the kitchen table at six. The January morning outside. The city still mostly dark. The bodega owner rolling up his gate across the street. I had my coffee. I was thinking about something. Not the company. Not the foundation. Not December fourteenth or the board or Meridian or any of the things that had occupied the previous weeks.

“Just a thought.” She left. I sat in the empty boardroom. The door clicked shut. The sun kept coming through the east windows, cutting across the table in long pale lines. I turned that last sentence over in my head the way you turn something small and sharp between your fingers. Warm air plays tricks. It was nothing. A throwaway line. It meant absolutely nothing. I had been telling myself that since 3 AM. Zane appeared in the doorway approximately four seconds later, which meant he’d been standing right outside it.

She said before I stepped inside. Throughout the night, I could not sleep. I had gone into deep thinking. Currently lying down on the couch in the living room, staring both at the link on my phone and at the time on the wall clock simultaneously. It was currently eleven thirty pm...thirty minutes more and the link would expire. 'As your best friend said earlier, Serena. Think towards the bright side. You'll be getting a good pay and you'll also have the opportunity to find your brother's killer.' My subconscious mind advised.

Liam’s POV Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm went off signalling the end of my morning jog. I had been at it since 5am. I checked my watch and saw it was ten minutes past eight. My stomach rumbled loudly, and I didn't need to be told twice I had to eat. Turning around in my estate, I breathed out, wiped my sweaty forehead with my small clean face towel, and caught my breath. It had been hard thinking all through the night. I couldn't sleep because my brain thought it was best to replay our date.

It was only in his imagination that he could spend time with them because in real life it was simply not going to happen. Alex got up from his position as soon as he heard the chime of the clock that showed two in the morning. He would be back at work at five and he still couldn't even close his eyes to rest. Alex and his thoughts couldn't stop no matter how hard he tried. All those thoughts and memories became one as they languished deep in Alex's brain until it was hard for him to break away. “I think I've lost my mind,” he muttered with a sigh and then chuckled to himself.

I closed the laptop at four in the morning. I went to my room, sat on the edge of the bed, and did not lie down. I thought about Morrow. I thought about eleven months. I thought about my uncle and the dinner table and the first land auction at fifteen. I thought about what it cost to be on the right side of something when the right side required you to do something that was going to hurt a person you had no personal reason to want to hurt. At six I got up, went to the kitchen, and poured coffee.

Key for this chapter: ________________________ *Rinzen's Thoughts* //Anyone Else's Thoughts// 'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...' ///Memories/// POVs ""Not an Actual Speech or Thought"" ************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* Date: 31-03-2113 Time: 11:40 pm ************************************************** The Witching Hour. Well almost, it was twenty minutes to midnight, and Rinzen was restless—probably not the best word to describe his current state, but he was for a lack of a better term, restless.

It was probably a lecture on how alcohol is not the answer to my problems. My eyelids felt heavy, my body relaxed on the couch in the awkward position it was left in. Next thing I knew it was sunrise. I went up to my room and looked at the calendar which hung on the wall. 'Today is the 13th... one day left,' I thought. I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I went downstairs to join Roxy, Jack, Calvin and Adrian for breakfast. They chat away as I fuelled myself in silence as thoughts and memories raced through my head.

Not everything happens according to you. ----------------------------------------------------------- Finally, the day came the day in which I can feel different the day in which I can be enjoying specialities which normally people do of my age, The day which needs a lot of courageous work. I sighed as I woke up while thinking these things don't know what'll be going to happen today, my alarm alarmed me that I don't have enough time to think about these things. So, I got up and took the quickest shower although I almost sleep for eight hours I feel quite exhausted.

I didn’t send the email. I lay in the dark and thought about a man who was almost certainly in his apartment right now or possibly not, possibly somewhere else, possibly sitting with the same question from the other direction without the vocabulary yet to call it what it was. I thought about Ethan’s voice. You’re in most of them. I thought about the list in the drawer. I thought about Clara saying the moments that aren’t managed are clearer for the contrast. I closed my eyes. I was not going to quit.