47 Days Book Novels & Stories

I turned to look at him and we had a little conversation. The chritmas holidays were over and we had had ou little wedding starting the new year perfectly but now it was time to talk. "Tomorrow's the seventh day of January," I muttered. "It is. How is it already the seventh? The days are moving so fast," Min said and turned back to look at the ceiling. I moved closer to him and hugged his chest. "Min," i muttered. He looked at me for a brief second and looked back at the ceiling. "What are you plans for tomorrow?" i asked him.

The contents of the pen drive Brody showed me and the notebook made up the full truth of what I had gone through over the past two years. [Brody said that this is the 80th week since I got transient global amnesia, and this is the hell he’s made for me. [Someone, please save me…] Every page contained a desperate cry for help, but no one could answer it. Even if I did not have my passport, I could still leave this place first. So, I approached the door with only the clothes on my back. But when I grabbed the door knob, I could not open it, even though I had just opened the door yesterday when a package arrived.

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.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

"Pack some stuffs. I want you to spend a week in here." Right, a week. A seven day vacation I wished would and could last longer. A week is quite a long vacation, actually, but spending it with you feels like a short period of time. Especially, if the plans I wanted to do with you will not fit for seven days. Or perhaps, I'm not really contented with the time you said. Perhaps, I want longer, like years. Perhaps, I just want you to stay beside me. Perhaps... I don't want you to leave after making a short vacation so euphoric. "Are you sure he's here?" Daniel asked as he lowered his head a little, to see outside the window beside me. I looked over my right side as well.

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It was as if someone had written her story long before she was even born. The story was about a young woman who discovered she had only seven days left to live. Instead of drowning in fear, she chose to spend her final week with the man she loved. Creating memories, laughing through tears, and cherishing every heartbeat. On the seventh day, she took her last breath in his arms, smiling.

I said. "Three to seven days," he said. The bond was warm. The function was warm. The ordinary extraordinary days. Almost there.

“Until June 2nd.” “49 days,” I said. Hand in his. 72 BPM. “Until we do what?” “Until we prove it,” Adrian said. Turned. Faced me. Dark. But I could see him. Always could. “That Chapter 50 wasn’t 3 weeks. That it was a promise. That ‘just us. Still’ means 49 days. And 490 days. And 3 AM. And 3 PM. And always.” _Thump._ “Okay,” I said. “Day 7. We start proving it.”

The corner of his lips lifted faintly. “Then just focus on that purpose.” Lyra looked at the magnolia flowers beside her. The wind moved gently, making some of the flower petals sway. In six days, her life would truly change. It didn’t matter. At least this time ... her decision was not wrong. She was indeed hurt by her choice. Letting go of the person she loved and watching him marry someone else was not easy. But at least this time, she could watch from a distance as the person she loved lived happily.