A Stich In Time 소설 & 이야기

In her place stood a stranger with eyes brimming with indifference. He felt a sharp, stinging ache spread across his chest at that realization. He stated hoarsely, "I've realized my mistakes now—I shouldn't have taken your love for granted and been so reckless with other women. Is it possible for you to forgive me, Nat? I swear I'll only love you from now on." Natalie didn't actually regret the seven years she had spent with Lester. They had shared real beauty and sincere love—it was simply that time had eroded that affection until it turned toxic.

In our third year of marriage, Jillian Holt changed the name she had saved my number under. It wasn't "Dear" anymore. It was "7:00 pm to 7:30 pm". She said she set aside only half an hour a day for personal matters. If I messaged her a minute early, she wouldn't reply. If the text was even a minute late, she wouldn't reply either. Once, I had a fever of 102.2°F and was hooked up to an IV at the hospital. I called her seven times. At 7:00 pm, she called me back right on time. "You have 29 minutes left. Get to the point." I asked hoarsely if she could come pick me up. She glanced at her schedule. "29 minutes isn't enough for a round trip. Get a cab yourself." I had always thought she

The room went dead silent. I dropped into a crouch. My hand was shaking so badly I could barely pick it up. Olivia crouched beside me. "Chris, I..." I pulled away before she could touch me. A crack ran straight through the center of the brooch like a scar. I closed my fist around it. The broken pin dug into my palm. Blood seeped between my fingers. Olivia grabbed my hand and tried to pry my fingers open. "What is wrong with you? It's just a broken brooch! Why would you do this to yourself?"