Romans & histoires 37 Days Ago

“I have moved on, Adrian. Or I’m trying to.” He rubbed the back of his neck, shoulders tense. “Talk to me. Really talk. No cameras. No tweet. Just us.” Sophia turned back to him. She uncrossed her arms but kept her hands at her sides, fingers twitching. “Fine. You want truth? I stopped loving you 731 days ago. I counted.” Adrian’s face changed. His mouth opened, then closed. He took another step, closinged more of the distance. “731 days? You actually counted the days you stopped loving me?”

, Nate tried explaining but I cut him off. “I survived, didn't I?”, I asked with a smirk on my face, Nate just shook his head and sighed in frustration. I decided not to give him a tough time, I went back to sit on the bed but I refused for them to put the drip back on. “How long have I been here for?”, I asked. “3 days”, Lev replied. “And what date is it today?”. “It's the 4th of September, why?”, Nate asked and I got up from where I sat in a flash.

Day 7 Another day. 23 days left. Patima woke up with a big grin on her face. Today is Sunday, they all plan to go to Church later, at 9 in the morning. She quickly gets up on her bed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then walks out of her bedroom after. She marathoned down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Patima, you look happy today" the said girl looked at the dining area and rolled her eyes.

I closed the message. Went back to work.

I called after her. “Do you know what today is? It is our seventh wedding anniversary.” Vera stopped, and her voice sounded flat and calm. “I know. Austin kept pushing, and I did not want to make him sad.” The door shut behind her with a sharp click, and their voices drifted back through the wall. One of them said, “Stupid rainy day. It got my sneakers all dirty.”

"About three days ago." He nodded in understanding. "And how do you feel?"

“I’m fine. We just have a lot of work to do.” And i had just thirty days .

"The rest is yours to hear in August." I looked at her. "August," I said. "Seventy-something days." "Seventy-three," I said. She looked at me. "You counted," she said. "Last week sometime." I held her eyes. "It helps to know." "Does it make it feel closer or further?" "Closer." I paused. "Seventy-three is manageable." She looked at the garden around us. "Seventy-three days," she said. "And then the orchard."

, he cried. "Good, 7 days"

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."