A Week Away 2 Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t supposed to come until four months from now.” Zelda’s smile faded. “What does that mean?” Vance lifted his eyes to hers. “I have to be away for two weeks.” The words struck Zelda harder than she expected. She froze. Two weeks?

" No problem, I'll be sure to make him some food before he comes. They might not be feeding him enough" " Alright, thanks Mom. I'm heading up now." I stood up to go to my room, it was getting really late and I'd like to rest a while before heading to bed. It's not like I'm going to sleep early anyway, but at least, I'll be a little bit rested which is better than me looking like a zombie tomorrow due to my lack of sleep. " Sure honey. Oh, I forgot to tell you. We will be travelling for summer vacation, which I believe is in three weeks, right?"

Out of pride. Oxygen. I needed oxygen. He finally pulled away, breath harsh against my neck, resting his forehead in the crook of it. “Two weeks,” he whispered, voice like a promise. And just like that, he took my hand again and started walking back. Or - well - he walked. I had to jog to keep up. What on earth is going to happen in two weeks? Back at the table, Mason, Li, and Martinz were chatting like old friends. I barely had time to blink before—

I wouldn’t see him for a whole week. I didn’t say anything. I just tried to reassure myself. It’s just one week. Time will pass quickly. He’ll be back. And we’ll finally talk about the things we need to talk about. It’s just one week.

Even as she tries to resist, her eyes dilate and she instinctively tilts her chin, an invitation to kiss her. My lips mold with hers and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, searching it for the last time for two weeks. A part of me doesn't want to stop, because that means we'll be apart. Hundreds of miles apart. I try to push that nagging sensation away and focus on how good she feels in my arms right now. When we part, we're both gasping for air and aroused. "See you in two weeks, sir," she murmurs, and then she's gone, waltzing away from me easily.

I laugh sheepishly, cutting through the thick atmosphere around us, “I’m totally fit to start working again and I can finally move out of your hair.” He chuckles, and judging from the look in his eyes, I knew there was more he wasn’t saying. There was more he wished to say, but I’m not about to force anything out of him. Suddenly, I’m realizing I actually cannot wait to get away from him. As much as I enjoyed his company, I needed my time alone to get my shit straight. It’s been a pretty rough week for me.

Again. The form in my hand was now a crumpled mess, damp with sweat from how tightly I had been gripping it. "Sir," a voice finally broke through. "We're closing for the day. Are you still planning to file for a marriage license?" I blinked, my thoughts snapping back to the present. I shook my head, the corner of my mouth barely twitching. "No. Thanks," I replied quietly. "I'm done." I stepped outside. The cold air hit my face like a slap.

I was never like her. I turned my head and glanced at the torn pieces floating in the pool, calmly pointing out, “You might be misunderstanding something. I’m serious about divorcing you. The divorce papers were handed to the lawyer two weeks ago. By now, the papers probably have already been processed.”

“He says he loves you, and that the chocolate bar was the best gift ever.” The women bawled their eyes out and Keith mumbled a soft thank you to Akira. He waved and began to fade, like a camera coming out of focus, becoming more and more transparent by the second. And when the women have contained themselves, Akira knew the boy had left for good. “We’re not really sure what to make of this,” One of them declared. “I don’t know how you know all that.” Akira shrugged and the women bid them goodbye after a ton of thank you’s and hugs. Gian was just shaking his head in disbelief. They went back into the car and he spoke as he turned the engine on.

A week is not enough to prepare myself for a special person's disappearance. I sighed. You pulled away and touched my both hands instead as you stared straight to my eyes. My lips formed into a light pout. I guess you knew what's the face all about. The mysteries about the vacation and whatever happened last night. "Don't be sad. I'll cry if you won't stop." "Because why can't you just say what's going on now? Why do we need to wait for a week?" You beamed. Your right hand lifted my chin as my face remained upset, but obeyed you still.