A Spring Without You Novels & Stories

On getting there, he paced around looking for anything but found absolutely nothing. He was there for hours but still, his effort was futile. That was until a bus passed with Georgia boldly written on the body and as he stared at it. He had a flashback. He was in his car and he was speaking to someone on the phone” Don’t worry, I’m coming to my love; I’m almost there, and soon we will be together and nothing, absolutely nothing will tear us apart “He said rapidly under his breath. She giggled and said” I can’t wait for us to be together Michael; me and you against the world on a bus to Georgia; I can’t wait. I’m waiting my love and I have fantastic news for you.”

“Mia, today marks the 151st day since you left. Where are you? Do you know how much I miss you? “I’ve spent these 151 days reflecting on everything. I was such a fool before. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. “I don’t ask for much. I just want to see you again. Please, stop hiding from me. Come back. I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” For 151 days, Nick sent messages to Mia. Every single day. And every single message vanished into the void. Not once did he receive a reply. Nick teetered on the brink of collapse. Dark thoughts crept into his mind. “What if Mia is gone? What if I never see her again? Have I lost the love of my life because of one foolish act of revenge?” he thought

"Come on. I'll make an appointment for your scar removal. I'll go with you from now on." Once she got into the car, Eric touched the scar on his forehead, frowning. She insisted on removing it. Was she afraid he'd use it as an excuse to stay attached to her? He had just gotten in the car when his phone rang. It was a call from Sean. "Everyone's here except you." That came out of nowhere. "What?" Eric asked. "It's Sophia's birthday. You promised her, didn't you? Don't tell me you forgot about it."

“I don’t know. It just turns up in my pidgeon hole. It’s this glossy thing and the cover story is always Spring Well Graduate Now King of Everything Ever.” Another soft laugh. “In which case, I shall strongly resist being put on the mailing list.” “Oh her God,” Cole wailed. “I’m epically bad at this. I’ve stirred you from apathy to active antipathy. Do you not like Spring Well?” “I haven’t thought about it since I left.” “You don’t have any good memories?” “It’s not that. It’s simply that I prefer to focus my energy on the present.” “And you never look back?” she tried again. “Never miss anybody or feel thankful?”

But the people I love are breathing tonight, and that’s enough to keep writing in blood until my hands fall off. Spring break starts in 2 months The Hollow Choir is coming. And the storm is just getting started. Spring Break, March 18th-22, 2027 Friday, March 20 – 11:47 p.m. The valley goes dead silent. Not quiet. Dead. No crickets. No hot-spring hiss. No wind in the cedars. My phone buzzes with the emergency tone we set up after Romania. Group chat: Seras: they’re here

Was it… something else? None of that mattered now. Nothing could last forever. We all had our paths in life. I had been with the Blake brothers for five long years. We should have parted ways long ago. However, it was clear that Ian did not understand that. At 3:00 am, my phone would not stop buzzing. Ian was calling me again, this time from another number. "Sienna, I'm sorry. Come home. Your things aren't here anymore, and the house feels empty. I can't get used to it. I miss you so much. Why haven't you come home yet?"

To force the golden bachelor of Morrisey City's high society into marrying me, I once staked my very life as the price. I rammed my car into the one carrying him and his first love as they tried to elope, and I forced her to give up Wade Grant to me. He drove a shard of broken glass through my palm and swore he'd make me wish I were dead once I became his wife. On our wedding night, Wade hung me from the balcony railing with his necktie and forced me to kneel before his first love—the same woman who'd once tried to jump from a rooftop—and beg her forgiveness. I pulled the pin from my hair and drove it through his shoulder, laughing that he was a worthless man who couldn't even protect th

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

I look okay but I am losing my mind without you. When I hear your voice, I think of the sweet sound of calm waters swooshing over rocks. It calms me. And your laughter is a melody that makes my heart race with excitement. Olive Moretti, I do not want to lose you again. And despite how corny this sounds, I do not want to live my life without you. In your eyes, I've found my forever where every glance feels like a lifetime of love. Give me another chance to do it right, to love you the way you deserve.

He wanted me to belong to him and only him forever. His eyes would go bloodshot, and he'd hold me so tight that I could barely breathe. Last night had been no different. And yet now, he was dismissing me as "generic". I shot back, "You're right. I'll switch brands the second I get home." The scar on my chest throbbed with a dull ache. I reached up, brushed my fingers over it, and smiled. "I'd hate to keep sharing a scent with a stray. It'll only bring me bad luck."