Novel & Cerita 7 Years From Now

she smiled and that was when her eyes fell on a piece of paper on the bedside table which read: "I'll see you in a week lil sis." "It... it wasn't a dream." she flipped the note a couple of times. She was now even more confused but at the same time a little too much excited to meet her brother. She hadn't seen him for ten years now. Keeping the note aside, she got off the bed and rushed to freshen up. -

SEVEN YEARS LATER I hadn't seen or heard a single word from Asher Creed in seven years. Seven long, grueling, lonely years, and when Harper or her mom would bring him up, I politely asked them to change the subject. So, of course, after asking them a few times they learned that Asher was still a touchy subject around me so they stopped talking about him altogether.

Single vehicle collision. Then insurance doc‍uments. Fune⁠ra‍l co​sts. All‌ dated seven ye​ar⁠s a‍go.⁠ "She's been dead fo‌r seven years," I whi⁠spered.‌ "‍Seven years." "Yes⁠."

He groaned, and I shrugged. “Time flies by more than you think, and before you know it, it is already seven years. Besides, we will be more financially stable and ready to take care of a child. And you’ll probably be higher up at work too in a more flexible role because I will need all the support I can get.” “You don’t have to worry about support. I will always be with you, and you wouldn’t have to bear the burden alone.” He said with all seriousness, taking my hands.

Seven Years Later Today we celebrated five years of our marriage with our two children. Our daughter Josephine was seven years old while our son Joshua Hall was five years old. It was still hard to believe for me that we came this way. Whenever I thought about the past or the way we met and the way today things turned out to be, it surprised me. I walked the path with him; however, I couldn’t comprehend that this was us now.

Ten years later Earth was still living and so were the seven billion people on it. Seven billion people of which included Dylan who was now seventeen years old. He was living in a two story house next to a lighthouse with his family and was all dressed up looking like he was about to go somewhere. "Alright I'm out," Dylan walked down the stairs and said as he grabbed the car keys from the welcome table and headed for the door. "Uh, uh hold on young man," a voice came from the living room. "Get in here please."

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?"

Seeing my red-rimmed eyes, Anna threw herself into my arms and said softly, "Mommy, can we give Daddy one more chance? If he still doesn't remember by my birthday, then we'll leave." "Alright." But this was the last chance Anna and I would give him. The next morning, Anna and I went out to set up our stall as usual. I'd graduated from a prestigious university, but I'd been out of the workforce too long after having a child. No company wanted to hire me.

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.

“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”