7 Years By Lukas Graham Song Novels & Stories

The soft musical instruments began and we started the song happy for you by Lukas Graham. Once you left I went to space I'm not ready for this change Where are you, where are you I can't help but wonder Are you ready are you ready now Do you forgive me am I something you can talk about Well I'm Happy, I'm happy, I'm happy for youuuuuuuuh, happy for youuuuuuuuh Just wanna be happy to Love you hate you all the same Either way it takes up space, Well I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy

"Why don't you blame him?" She was speechless, and I went on, "His family was broke. To save the day, Rory would have married someone else if not me. He became a CEO at 27. That's a position many spend their lives trying to achieve. His classmates are now working for him." I paused and continued, "If he truly wanted to marry you, no one could have stopped him. He just couldn't let go of his ambition. Be grateful he married someone as easy-going as me. Anyone else would have made your affair with Rory public the moment you sent him the first message."

My lips parted and I slowly turned to Luke who was staring at me. He is already holding an acoustic guitar, and it looks like he will still be playing. I covered my lips using my palm. Oh my God .. [Please play the song above, Marry me by Justin Vasquez (cover)] "105 is the number that comes to my head When I think of all the years I want to be with you Wake up every morning with you in my bed That's precisely what I plan to do~" (Author's note: Due to copyright issues, I didn't include the whole lyrics of the song, but you can listen to Marry Me by Jason for better reading. Thank you!)

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.

It was a flat no, sharp as a slap. Still, I didn't give up. Over the next seven or eight years, I asked her dozens of times to make it official. She said yes… seven times. But each of those seven turned into nothing. A no-show. An excuse. Radio silence. And like clockwork, Leo would text me right after every single one, always with just enough venom to sting. My phone buzzed again. I almost hit decline without checking, assuming it was Leo again. But when I glanced at the screen, I saw it was a friend calling.

Before that, Susan didn't want to eat, and Caleb had to coax her to eat—Seven failed markings, seven excuses to run to Susan, seven times to abandon me without hesitation. I gave him seven chances, but he didn't have the time to mark me. The last time when Caleb left me, my heart got used to it. I was not as sad as I was the last seven times. Maybe I had long been accustomed to being abandoned alone, or perhaps I had long expected his departure.

7 Months Later It's officially been 7 months since everything had happened. 2 months after Nicholas told me the truth, he asked me to be his girlfriend. He'd planned a private, candle lit dinner on top of one of the most - if not the most exclusive restaurant in the city and he had it decorated with roses. It was perfect. It's been officially 1 year and 4 months since I met just about the most amazing man I could think of. He loves me like no man ever has and he's never made me feel undeserving of love nor has he made me believe he didn't love me. Over the past few months, I'd grown close with Stasia. I see her as my own daughter sometimes, she was the most adorable girl ever and I couldn't

Just like that, I was done. Seven years. Seven years of late nights grading. Of mentoring students. Of pouring myself into lectures, into the classroom, into them. Gone. A cold, polite email, like I was a typo they needed to delete. My breath stuttered. I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes, trying to stop the flood, but it came anyway. A full-body sob that tore out of me like my lungs had collapsed. I sank to the floor. Curled into myself. And I cried.

Holding the phone, I started forward, falling to my knees and prostrating myself with each step, dragging myself along the ground. Six miles wasn't a long distance, but it felt like my knees were shattering with every step. Blood slowly seeped through my pants, the red stain spreading to form a horrible sight. I kneeled my way through the entire night. By the time the sky started to pale with the first light of dawn, I finally crawled to the private hospital where Eva was. My throat felt scorched and raw, like it had been burned from the inside out. I forced each word out, hoarse and broken. "I'm begging you… Please, save my mother… She's the only family I have left…"

"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.]