Novel & Cerita 7 Years From Now

I asked, still refusing to look back at her. “Who says I want anything? It’s been seven years since we’ve seen each other, and I was only trying to say—” “Eight.” “What?” “It’s been eight years since we’ve seen each other and your uncle, my president, wanted it that way. In fact, so did your asshole brother, and as another point of fact, I’m not even supposed to be talking to you,” I yelled over the din as I continued to scan the Sanctuary for Cutter. “Jesus, Minus. Is that what this is all about? We were kids back then,” Cricket said, her airy laugh cutting through the masculine clatter of the room.

, I said suddenly realising that it had been seven years since someone had showed any tenderness for me. °°°

"I understand." --- That night, Amara and I stood on the balcony. The moon was rising, full and silver, watching over everything. The pack house was quiet. The forest was still. For one perfect moment, the world was at peace. "We have seven years," Amara said. "Until Ethan's birthday." "Until the prophecy comes due." "Until everything changes." She leaned into me. "Seven years," she repeated. "That's not enough." "It's all we have." "Then we make it count."

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

Three months. Three months and he will be out of my life for good

After all, I am nothing but a problem. Never mind - Nothing works well in my life. It's better now. I feel better. I wish I could meet Dad for once. No~ It's fine though. I will wait until he dies. How many years do I have to wait? I'm now 18, Dad is 42, People probably live for 60 or 70. Then if I calculate the age that is left to die. How many years do I have to wait? I, 2, 3...

"I don't want to startled you, sweetie. Promise me you'll going to remain silent." I shrugged, "Sure. What is that?" He take a deep breath, "Your wedding will going to held three weeks from now."

Not now. Not this soon.

He ignored his rational mind, pushed away thoughts that were saying it was too early, that only several months had passed, he neglected how the woman in front of her is a mermaid, of how he should take things slow. And the woman, as if intoxicated too, replied… “Yes!” **Seven years later**A glimpse of the future** “Daddyyyyy! Wieeee” a seven-year old girl squealed, both of her hands were imitating an airplane’s wings as she rushed to her beloved father. An adult man in his prime, looked dashing as he did years ago, he was more matured, and his features were defined. Being in his thirties, he was grateful to witness the beauty of life with his own eyes.

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"