12 Am Thoughts Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wasn't getting the answers I needed, and it was messing with my head. Going back inside to get the car keys will be a suicide attempt. I was lucky enough to survive the first attack. I am most likely not going to survive the second one. I looked at my phone, and it's 2:20 AM. Finding a cab home at this late hour is highly impossible. I'm stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea. This is so far the most decisive moment of my life. “Think, Susan. Think. Why are you so dumb?” I spanked my forehead just to get some solutions.

"Love is in the air." Sighing to myself I leaned on the wall. Somewhere deep deep deep deep down in my heart where there existed no sense it hoped all her words would come true. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What time is there right now? Here it's 09.38 AM.

It was 7:30 am. “Oh, it’s still early.” I rolled on the other side of my bed, and sudden thoughts came to my mind, office hours start at 8 am. I checked my clock one more time, and my eyes went bigger. “Oh, what the f*ck! It’s seven-thirty!” I jumped out of my bed and ran to take a quick shower. -0-0-0-

Sorry for the late update but I will try to make next updates to their earliest The most valuable gift you give someone is time, And I am happy you have given me that for a while. Time is money, Time is life, From the day we are born to the day we die, The clock will not stop unless we close our eyes. Do now what you want to , Don't wait for the right time, Because word right now itself says that I am right. Live,laugh,enjoy every second right now so that you can't say I didn't do that later on.

But he hadn’t stopped thinking yet, couldn’t stop thinking, of what he could’ve done, or said. And hadn’t. Also, he felt like something was missing, felt like he had something he should do, but he just couldn’t seem to figure out what . . . His burning and tired eyes focused on the small digital numbers on his DVR, atop his black and mute television, which read 6:00 PM. His mind churned. What day was it? End of the month. Ramadan. He tipped his head back, emptied his glass, then pushed himself standing. He weaved a bit until he steadied, then walked with careful, drunken steps to the middle of his apartment. Best as he could, he faced east.

ELIOT’S POV 12:59AM 12:59AM The time was 12- 1:00AM now! 1:00AM! I could literally hear the clock ticking in my brains at this point. That was how long I had sat down there, silent as a cat while my mind buzzed endlessly like some funny train on steroids. Fingers clicking every few seconds, heart throbbing with some what of excitement. Of life. And my breath, thick with the scent of my favorite- scotch. Neat.

I sat back on my desk feeling completely useless. I glanced at my watch again and saw the time was 12:52 pm. At any moment, Derrick would be out that door and would be headed for lunch, and I would have to follow him. I panicked at the thought, and I prayed for something, anything, to distract us all from even getting lunch.

The door was warm. I thought: she is awake on the other side of this door. I thought: she told you about Gerald. I thought: she said come inside. I thought: she is awake. I stood with my hand on the door. I thought about what I would say when the words were right. I thought: I have been running since September. I thought: and I am standing in the hallway and I am not running. I thought: that is the specific and particular thing that tonight is.

But as she checked her notifications, her breath hitched. There was a message from an unknown number, sent at exactly 7:30 a.m. She clicked it open, her pulse quickening as she read the words on the screen: Good morning, Yolande. I trust the walls of your room felt a bit wider last night, and that your dreams were entirely your own. I am holding you to your promise. There is a small, quiet coffee shop on the corner of 4th and Elm,. I will be waiting for you there at 1:00 p.m. Don't keep the defense waiting, counselor. — Lucian.

I arrived at the school parking lot at seven thirty, twenty minutes before my first class. The drive to school was usually the best part of my day. It was just me, alone with my thoughts. Most mornings I blasted music to hype myself up, but today I drove in silence. Nothing is more peaceful than silence.