2am Thoughts Summary Novels & Stories

I should probably focus on bigger things – like the ever-increasing ache in my muscles and joints – but I can’t seem to get Amelia off my mind. Mate. Mate. Mate. The word repeats over and over again, a terrible refrain. I grit my teeth, sick of it – sick of being in my own mind, listening to my own terrible thoughts. So, I make a decision. “I’m going to bed,” I say, standing up in a rush, tossing my plate down on the ground and turning away to the tent. I know I should clean my plate but…well, some nice possum will get a good meal tonight. Or a bear. I can’t muster up the energy to care at this moment.

He teased as he calmed down, and I groaned. “I can tell you what I’m thinking—what a dumb ass you are,” I grumbled, and he laughed, sitting down. I watched him as he calmed down and shook his head. “So where’d you get this idea from? That you hear people’s thoughts?” He asked. I obviously couldn’t tell him that I heard Amanah’s thoughts of all the ways I apparently affected her and how much I was an annoying huge man who was a mama's boy—which isn't true—but then again, everyone was entitled to their own opinions, even when they were wrong.

And you know it. Time seemed to freeze. The cafe felt compact and muted, with heightened tension and fear instilling. Amina's thoughts whirled. Her thoughts were dominated by the unknown texts, Daniel's warnings, and Adrian'Secretary. Both were disturbing. She came to the realization, with a sinking certainty, that she had entered... into. If she made a single misstep or mistake, everything she considered valuable could be lost in one second.

Did I want to? I eventually paused for a moment and headed back to the counter, throwing myself into the work to keep away from the thoughts. But even with all of that, I couldn't help thinking about Jameson. After I completed my shift, I walked back to the dorms in trance. Amelia was on her bed flipping through her phone, but I did not even give her a second glance. Changed into my pajamas, jumped into bed, and hoped really hard that sleep would bring some clarity. It did not.

[Kael] After I got home from work, I focused on the new product’s launch. I don’t want any more problems popping up so I’m making sure that everything goes smoothly. I buried myself in paperwork so I wouldn’t have to think about bad thoughts. I wanted to believe that Amelia is safe somewhere and she left out of her own volition. I don’t want to even think about the possibility of her getting hurt because of me. I tried not to think about it but it was getting harder and harder to stop. I just wish that she’s happy right now. I didn’t notice that I was getting tired from looking through a bunch of paperwork. I kept going and going and eventually I fell asleep on my desk again.

There was no one there, it was about three in the morning, only a lunatic would be in a pool at that hour. Amelia sat on the edge of the water, as cold as snow, if she couldn't sleep before, she would sleep even less at that moment. The silence was a terrifying one, her thoughts were noisy, she couldn't stop thinking about too many situations at once: her mother, the money, the three months, her leaving her job, the photographs, the sadness in her fake husband's eyes, there were too many things to analyze, so she just chose to dip her feet in the pool, wanting to get rid of those thoughts. The water generated a pleasant sensation, more than she had imagined, with that in mind, she threw hers

Amelia’s POV While the girls were awake, it was easy to distract my wandering thoughts by focusing on them, playing and laughing and asking about school and their friends. But when they went to bed, those invasive thoughts returned, having me check out the windows more than I liked, searching for a mystery man who might be watching me. Damien didn’t seem to notice my concern, perhaps because he was dealing with his own thoughts. We both seemed caught up in our own problems tonight, staring off into space.

I'm beginning to wonder if there's anything like a head popcorn or something. ["You're distracting me with your stupid thoughts."] Amanda snapped at me which frightened me more than it should. I guess I thinking too deep again. Yeah that reminds me, how can I be thinking when I'm in the source of all my thoughts? Huh, interesting. ["You're unbelievable!"] After the declaration, she put up a mental wall so she wouldn't have to listen to my ridiculous thoughts in my own head—something that I find fascinating. I cleared my head —in my head—of every unnecessary thoughts and focused on Amanda and Scar.

Forcing myself to focus, I hammered out a few urgent emails and checked reports Finally, with a decisive click, I shut down the laptop, plunging the room into a welcome darkness. Sleep, however, seemed miles away. Tossing and turning, the scene replayed on a loop in my mind. Amelia's voice, my mumbled apology, the look of defeat on my shoulders... Exhaustion eventually won the battle, and sleep, like a gentle wave, finally pulled me under. Amelia's POV

Tony’s Perspective Sitting in the chilly hospital waiting room, I couldn't help but notice my trembling hands, my gaze fixed on the floor. Quietly, I pondered, "What should my next move be?" The image of Amelia barely conscious in the passenger seat haunted me as I hurriedly brought her here. Memories of the explosion, the ensuing chaos, kept flashing in my mind. What if I hadn't been there on time? What if I had delayed a minute longer? I pushed away those thoughts firmly.