7 Years By Graham Novels & Stories

"Seven years! Seven years ! Seven years! Seven years..... why is it sounding so familiar?" Why "Seven years " sounds so familiar to him. Then, the realisation hit him. It had been seven years since Zieve had closed himself. It had been seven years since Natalie died. It had been seven years since Zieve had a surgery. It had been seven years since, Zieve stocks lost his childhood and became what he is now. It has been seven years that he is burning day and night in the fire of the loss of his love.

“Mr. Graham, you know I had a very painful and humiliating marriage. So, I’m not interested in starting a new relationship.” Her decisiveness clearly saddened him, but he did not want to give up on someone he liked so easily. He looked at her firmly and said, “It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting one year, two years, ten years, or even twenty years.” Remi gave a bitter smile. “Waiting won’t help. My previous relationship spanned twelve years of childhood friendship and five years of marriage, and it still ended in ruin. Mr. Graham, don’t wait for me. We won’t work out.”

"Honey, isn't it rude to leave your classmate standing there?" Quinn did not look back at me. "He's just a classmate I barely know. How could he be more important than you?" Tears fell before I could stop them, and the other passing employees watched my humiliation with scorn. Ten years of relationship, seven years apart, and a journey of more than 600 miles. All I got was "a classmate I barely know" in the end. There was still a message Quinn had sent three days ago on my phone. The text went: [Conrad, give me a little more time. Once my job is stable, we'll get married.]

Only a child went around spouting her age. "That's a fine age. You're almost grown. In three years, you'll be debuting for your first season." Kent's charming smile sent another flock of butterflies to her belly. Why did this man have such an effect on her? She'd met plenty of Graham's friends before tonight, and yet she'd never felt like this. "You're Graham's age, aren't you? Twenty-three?" she asked. "I am. Positively ancient, eh?" He waggled his eyebrows, and Ella laughed, even though it made her breathless. She coughed suddenly as she tried to catch her breath.

I took a slow sip as I watched the busy streets below. I was already 30 at that point. Those 15 years, from 15 to 30, felt like a lifetime. It had been an incredibly tough journey. Leaping off a building took no more than a second. But it took 15 years for me to transform from an heiress on the brink of suicide into a self-made entrepreneur. I felt grateful for having endured it all. So much had shifted in those 15 years. The Jaggers' once-glorious business empire crumbled, and they felt the bitter sting of failure. They went through hell, and I heard they even had to mortgage the Jagger residence to cover their debts.

Daniel was right when he said you still give the best for me even if it means until your last breath. As my eyes remained staring at the paper I am holding, a sudden familiar melody started to play from the background. Since the dvd player was just infront of me, it was easy for me to look up on it. There, a very familiar song started to play. It was the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost". Just perfect for someone who is reminiscing. The playlist is starting from the beginning again probably because it already ended. I wonder how many times had this been repeating since it only contains seven songs that seems to only last for thirty minutes or more, but less than an hour.

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

Hell, he cared so much that he was a better Beta than a brother to her. “ But what will you wear? Don’t tell me you are going to stay in this very sweatpant and jacket until you get some other options?” Jacobi frowned as he stepped closer to her and then looked around carefully so that he was sure that no one could hear him. “ You don’t have any money, Levy … Seven years have passed things have changed.” “ That’s right, Jacob… seven years have passed ” she smiled at him ruefully before taking a couple of steps back while still looking at him. “ Your concern is seven years late,” she paused and then her smile widened even more.

After a moment of thought, he said, "You've been through a lot by my side over the years." Nina halted her steps, turning back to look at him curiously. "Nash, do you remember how long we've known each other?" Without hesitation, Nash replied, "Seven years." He had known her for seven years, while she had known him for thirteen. Nina smiled and responded, "It's good that you know."

"The document says this is achievable in seven years." Seven years.