Novel & Cerita 7 Years From Now

Not yet. Not until it was done. But soon. Ten days.

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?"

*SEVEN YEARS LATER. TBC……

When he had time. That was always his excuse. Micah clearly had enough time to take Lucy to the park, but no time to buy the piano he'd already promised his child. I couldn't hide the disappointment in my heart. My arms dropped to my sides. I had no idea how I was going to explain this to Anna. Just then, my phone buzzed. I opened it to find a friend request. I had a sinking feeling, and my heart pounded. I accepted the request and opened the profile. The first post had just been uploaded. It showed a little girl posing with a piano.

I've made it through fifteen months. I will make it through fifteen years.

Which has come back to hunt me after seven years. Am I even ready for it?

10 years ago. Seventeen years old Raul paced tro and fro his large room, his excitement bubbling over as he grabbed his phone to call Leonard. They had been planning for weeks to go to the biggest party of the summer, and tonight was finally the night. The anticipation had been building all day, and he could hardly contain himself.

Something in his tone made me obey. We drove in a suffocating silence once more. Halfway home, Adrian spoke suddenly, his eyes fixed on the road. “Seven years.” I glanced at him, my pulse thrumming. “You’re still here,” he continued, his voice strangely calm, not angry, just profoundly tired. “Caging me like a prisoner.” He glanced briefly toward the dark sky through the windshield. “I wonder when this seven-year contract will finally end.” My fingers curled into my lap, digging into the fabric of my skirt. Next week. Six more days. Then you won’t ever have to see me again.

"You'll always be my best friend, Nat." A little girl with messy red hair laughed as she linked her pinky with his. "And when we grow up?" "We'll still be best friends." "Promise?" "Promise." The memory shattered as the taxi stopped at a red light. Natalie closed her eyes. Seven years. Seven years without seeing him. Seven years without hearing his voice. Seven years pretending he was only a childhood memory. Her manager spoke again. "So..." "Will you take the job?" Natalie stared at the city skyline.

“Happy Birthday gurlieeee!” Chelsea jumped out of nowhere, popping confetti right over my head. Tears rolled down my cheeks as she pulled me into a hug instantly. It had been ten years. Ten long years of pretending my birthday didn’t exist because the last one I celebrated was the day my parents died. A day I ran from, hated and avoided. “Hey hey, don’t cry, Mia” Chelsea murmured, wiping my cheeks. She guided me to a chair. “It’s a happy day. And the soon-to-be bride is crying?... Please, Mason would actually murder me”