Anniversary 9 Month Novels & Stories

“Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. It’s quite a sight.” I didn’t even look up. “The usual. Split them among the staff.” That was the third time that week. It was obvious Annie was trying to recreate the early days of our relationship. Back then, it was flowers, gifts, and her waiting downstairs for hours just to see me. However, that was then. Now, those same gestures didn’t touch me. They just wore me down. Nurse Lisa hesitated for a moment. “She’s out at the front desk again. She said she has to see you today.”

September of the year of forty-five. One month before the birthday. She goes to the Bunkers on the morning of the anniversary — the eighth year, a Saturday — and sits on the wall in the September light and thinks about all the years that have led to this specific Saturday morning. The view is the same as it has always been. She is not.

Her mother asked, slightly confused by the question. "Yes." He said firmly, perching his ears from one theory that came up in his mind, if this weird thing is happening, probably there is an unnatural force involved. "It was September 5th." Her mother reminded him, Paul's eyes widened and he was shocked, He remembered what his mother told him last night, “Tomorrow is a new month.” If I am back in the first week of September, does it mean? I time-traveled… It may be absurd and ridiculous, yet that was the only answer Paul could think of, if I really did travel through time, does it mean...Serina is really Alive!!!

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He joked. However, I was cut out for such silly jokes especially not with him. I sighed and turned to leave, but his words made my legs go jelly. "Do you remember what today is?" I paused as my eyes went straight to the calendar on the wall and memories rushed back into my head. August 15th. It's our anniversary, our ninth anniversary. But it doesn't mean anything now. This was of course, one of the days I'll stay up late to make his favourite strawberry cake only for it to get trashed the next day because he didn't come home, or didn't remember. Sometimes, he didn't bother to taste the cake and the candles stuck on it ended up melting into the cake.

So I sat alone in the apartment where we'd built so many memories and I whispered his name into the empty air, over and over, like a prayer. Two years. I could survive two years. I had to.

"I know. I'm not upset." My reaction seemed to catch her completely off guard, and she stared at me in disbelief. "Why aren't you jealous this time?" "No reason. I guess I finally saw things differently." Having said that, I rose to my feet, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door. Roxanne moved in front of me again, demanding, "Where are you going? And where's my anniversary gift?" A month earlier, I had purchased a sapphire bracelet at an auction. She had seen the news coverage about it.

I doubt if they know how old I'm. " Grace your is in few months what do want this year? " And as I mention here aunt Oli asked me. " Oh yes, 11th of September right. ? " mom's out now dad's turn. " Come on it in November 20th right. " Dad's out too.

"Leave? Right now? Lukas, the main moon ceremony starts in an hour!" "They don't need us for the ceremony tonight, my love," Lukas whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "Happy anniversary, Katlyn." My eyes widened slightly. Of course. Today was our wedding anniversary. Between managing the corporate releases, helping plan the festival, and chasing two energetic toddlers around the estate, the exact date had slipped my mind for a brief second. But Lukas had clearly not forgotten.