Novel & Cerita A Day Like This

It looks like rain again today I’m soaked to the bone Still won’t stop (Hey) Running faster than that cloud of rain Thought that’d be enough Guess I’m only human after all I’m in a world of pain This cold the damn world gave to me (Woo) Prompts me to press the dust-covered rewind Dancing off-beat lying on the ground Once winter comes, let’s exhale A warmer breath “Like an echo in the forest, the day will come back around as if nothing happened—" “Yeah, life goes on~”

Then I look at you And the world's alright with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be A lovely day (lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day) I groan,turning to the other side,placing a pillow over my head. A lovely day (lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day) "I think you should replace the word Day with Night, Anshu",I sit up, clutching my head.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

"Just for tonight. Let yourself have this. It's allowed." I let myself have it. No bracing, no waiting for the floor to drop out from under me. Just the plain, uncomplicated pleasure of a good day that stayed good all the way to the end. Across the lobby, briefcase in hand, Octavia watches us cross toward the doors. Not hostile, exactly. Calculating, the way she always is now.... filing something away, the way she always does. I don't let it touch the evening. Not tonight. For the first time in longer than I can remember, I got to just be good at something, in front of everyone, without anyone finding a way to make it small.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

Unfortunately, he suffered an accident and passed away, beyond cure. At Jaxson's memorial meeting, his employees spoke of him with deep respect, admitting Jaxson was kindhearted as if they were his own family. We all missed him very much. Spring returned soon. My daughter grew up. She was young and full of energy. Wearing a turquoise skirt and adorned with seasonal flowers, she would run around in the countryside. Her eyes were bright, just like the brand new days to come. The wind blew away the snow from the plum blossoms, and spring was brought back overnight.

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We stepped out of the burger joint, and the evening breeze brushed my face with a cool touch. I walked beside him. "You see it now, don't you? Someone like you wouldn't survive a single day in the real world without an assistant and a wallet." He didn't protest, only murmured a quiet "yeah". We walked on in silence. The streetlights stretched our shadows across the pavement, where they met briefly before parting. As we approached the entrance to my apartment complex, he suddenly stopped. "Nova." "Yeah?" "How did I do today?" he asked softly. "Did I pass?"

I JUST WANNA SHINE LIKE THE SUN WHEN IT COMES UP. RUN THE CITY FROM THE ROOFTOPS. CAUSE TODAY'S GONNA BE MY DAY... It was a fair weather in July. Gwyneth is sitting by the window nook in her room and quietly sipping on her morning coffee when her phone rang. Yes, it's that song by Fitz and The Tantrums. She just loved the lyrics from the first time she heard it and can't seem to get enough of it thus, she assigned it as her ring tone.

I close my eyes. Let the sun fade my field of vision to a warm, red glow. Feel the heat on my skin. It's a perfect day. Not too warm, not too cold. The birds are singing a song of spring. A gentle breeze wafts campfire smoke, pollen kisses, and promises of tomorrow my way while the swaying of the trees lulls me into a sense of calm. If I focus on it, it almost drowns out the crowd's cheers and taunts, excited for my hanging. It's a perfect day to die.