A Time Called You Novels & Stories

“Then I guess my time is pretty much up.” “Yeah,” Leah said slowly. “He’s got your number.” “What?” “Six o’clock. Tattooed rocker, goes by the name of Conor, staring at you.”

A feeling of suffocation to the point of shortness of breath enveloped me, images of him appeared in front of my eyes, until the last stop was the scene on the rooftop that year. As if I did not follow the control but took a few extra steps, when I was still confused, I heard weakly a familiar call. "Di An." The call was like an electric current running through my panicked heart, I slowly turned around, when I saw the other side clearly, my heart seemed to jump out of my chest. The consciousness completely gone, I instinctively reached out my hand to signal him not to approach me, everything was like that year. And I go back in time as well, feeling no difference.

It sounds more romantic instead of just calling her by her ordinary name. “It is not night yet “Jared said and looked at his wrist watch” I thought that you wanted to talk to me at night but it is only 7.00 PM in the evening. What are you up to, April?” With a coquettish voice April replied” Nothing darling, I just wanted to hear your voice and I didn’t want to wait until night time. You see, you don’t want to call me so I have to make the initiative to do so because any second or a day that passes I miss you so much.”

I try again because the silence is slowly killing me. "Have you ever seen a wrong time?" "Huh?" So he wants to discuss it right here, right now? Instead of waiting till we're both in our right mind? "Have you ever seen 7.67 pm?" I don't really get what's going on here... "5.99 am?" ...okay? "The time is always right, Soph." "Oh." I'm such a moron. So he was actually talking in Math perspective? 7.67 pm? 5.99 am?

I heard that sweet voice call me from behind as I turned to look at the figure which just called me by my name. Fake name to be more precise. "El, you are still here? Do you realize it's almost dinner time?"

I think he won't dare to come around New York for me. tate_kvngh: hi! I'm omw to school actually. Running pretty late. EdwardBlack1794: ohhh. What time is it there rn? tate_kvngh: it's 6:55AM EdwardBlack1794: Don't u have some schoolwork u need to pass by 7AM? I gaped and was totally surprised that he actually remembered that. tate_kvngh: u remembered??? EdwardBlack1794: yeah. you just said that yesterday. Lol. I think I have a good memory :)

Tongue tied with nothing to say , only hearing her breathing on the other end of the line and her sleepy voice, the sound of her voice was perfection. " Do you know what time it is....? Who are you.?" She went on , in a somewhat quiet, husky tone. Still, I couldn't bring myself to speak, just listened to her as she reprimanded me for calling her at such an odd time. Almost 3 am. Definitely too early for making phonecalls. The only time someone calls anyone at such a bizarre hour is if there's an emergency. I considered this an emergency. Though stupid, it really felt like an emergency on my part. I was slowly losing my mind and she was to blame. I hoped she could fix me, maybe talk some sens

- Hello, my good man! - You were late with the call. - That means you are late with the answer, so… - What do you mean that this is our fault? - Oh, so you are blaming me? Tell me something, regardless of the fact that I called ten minutes later, have you watched the watch as soon as you had the answer? - Of course, I did… - What was the time? - Wait a minute you are trying to trick us… - WHAT WAS THE TIME MIRON HAUSER?

The person calling was my close friend and colleague at the hospital, Christopher. "Chris, you're such a psycho; you know that, right? I mean, did you even bother to check the time at all?" I murmured with a croaky voice. "Look, bro, to hell with the time. I've got great news for you, so you better keep your ears open, or you're going to forever hate yourself for not grabbing this with both arms." "What is it?" I blurted, the tone of my voice switching dramatically into a professional one.

I guessed that he was calling to urge me to apologize to Doris in the group chat again. I did not want to answer the call, but the phone rang over and over, as Luke called me over seven times. I was still in the pack cleaning up work, so he called the phone there and the phone was brought to me. "Alpha Luke’s on the line. Seems urgent," the guard said, handing me the phone. I took in a deep breath and reluctantly answered the call. "What is it?" I asked coldly. The moment I picked up the call, Luke's angry voice scolded me over the phone. Someone would have thought I was a servant taking orders.