Romans & histoires 365 Days

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

"Can't we just cuddle all day? It's quite cold today. It's nice to just stay here." "No. We have to complete the six days because tomorrow, we are going to make the scrapbook and photo albums." For memories, you said. As much as I don't want to overthink especially at this morning when I just woke up, I couldn't help, but hint the suspiciousness. But at the end of the day, just like what happened on the past few days when I was on the same state, I still chose to push the doubts aside because I am scared to find out.

I explained. "Woah that's so interesting." Jane squealed. "A day is 30 hours long and we have 8 days a week." "Let me guess you have a day in-between Saturday and Sunday." She laughed. "That is correct, that day is called Hawud. This means extra in English." I replied as we entered the atmosphere.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

A sudden knowing look flashes through her eyes. “Souls..”, she finishes his sentence. “Exactly. Without that, we can only stay for up to three days. Then, we would have to go back to the underworld. And I—” “Wait, you keep saying ‘we’. There’s more of you?”, Stella can’t help but ask. Luca ignores her question, his eyes hinting that he would like to finish without her interrupting. The questions could come later. Once he’s sure the Stella won’t cut in his sentences, he proceeds with his words.

"A day? I don't understand." Crystal took a deep breath. "A day. From 12 am to 12 am. 24 hours. 1440 minutes. 86400 seconds. One day with only Anne, you & I."

He had a lot of people to write to. data-p-id=8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e,style=text-align:left;,*** data-p-id=14da9fa5d5bffe76714efa73d166289c,Five days. data-p-id=eab4dd15aafad84892e28d81f9e30fcc,Five days of waiting.

The function running. The work continuing. Three days for Marcus. Sixty days for Chen. The threads reconnecting. One at a time.

I had no intention of losing her already. When she cleared her plate, she looked up at me. “Why don’t we watch a movie after we finish the dishes?” I looked at her, intrigued. “What do you want to watch?” “365 days.” I blinked. I had a faint idea what the movie was about even if I didn’t want to watch it, but if that was what she wanted, I was willing to watch it with her. “365 days it is.”

The bond hummed. I opened the folder. Twenty-six days.