37 Days Ago 소설 & 이야기

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

I drained the scotch in one burning gulp. 730 days. I could do this. I had to. Even if it destroyed me in the process.

If he didn't want an Omega mate, then so be it. Ten days. That was all that remained before our three-year agreement expired.

From up there, you can watch everyone who enters. I remember standing on that balcony once, years ago, when I was still just Everette’s secret. I remember thinking I would never belong here. I was right. The sound of hurried footsteps breaks my thoughts and I watch as Everette steps out onto the rail corridor, his hands gripping the railing as he looks down at me. “What are you doing here?” he calls down, frowning. I remove my sunglasses slowly. “Haven’t you heard?” I say, projecting just enough. “We’re getting married in thirty days.”

“ You must be out of your mind.” “My mind is just seductive.” he replied. “Whatever...but thanks for that, it somehow cheered me up.” He chuckled lightly and took steps going to my direction. He patted my head before pulling me who's in a wheelchair. I took a deep breath while we slowly left the house seeing the bright day and sunrays touching my almost fading existence. There's 83 days more to live. Just 83 days left.

I gave him a warm smile and he looked back at Henry. Then he looked at the PM, who agreed with Henry and was waiting for his commitment. "Thirty days would be enough," he cleverly said instead of saying one month, which may sound too far. "Thirty days you have. Thank you for coming."

FEHINTOLA Later that day. 2:30pm. Day 3 of the festivities. “Fehintii, I’m sorry, but you understand the implications of what I said yesterday, right?” Dami asked, his voice low as he worked beside me. I turned to face him, my movements slow and deliberate.

“You still have your sense of humor right?” “Speaking of the curse, we have 21 days left,” I turned away. “It’s the 79th day today,” Miles pointed out. I turned to him. “I know and we’d better not talk about it,” He sighed and hugged me more tightly. “If you say so,” then he slowly shut his eyes and fell asleep, his body, limping against mine. The fever was broken.

350 days left. No contract. No rules. Just him. Just me. Just war.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.