Novel & Cerita Back To Sixties

Then the music changed. My fingers tightened around the stem of my glass before I could stop myself. I knew that song. The first note hit me harder than it should have. Something in my chest tightened before I could stop it. The song pulled me backward for a second — to a version of myself that existed before the penthouse, before the ring, before I learned how quiet a person could become inside a marriage. I looked down at my glass and took a slow breath. The kind you take when you absolutely cannot lose composure in public.

She looked at me carefully. "You know..." "What?" "I haven't seen you smile like this since college." The words made me pause. Back then, I had laughed all the time. Dreamed all the time. Believed in impossible things. Maybe that girl hadn't disappeared after all. Maybe she'd simply been waiting for me to come back. --- As the orchestra changed to a slower melody, the dance floor began filling with couples. Lucas looked at me. "Dance?" I laughed. "I haven't danced in years."

Didn't matter. Luke was gonna die soon anyway. If he could be a little happier before that, fine. Worth it. See? I'm that devoted. Girls like me? Rare. I just didn't expect that idiot Cody to turn on me. He reported me. This time, I couldn't run. Ten years. Ten. By the time I got out, I was pushing forty. And Luke? Not dead. Not even close. He was thriving. LQ Corp was gone. It was Langford Corp now.

“It’s not like you’re going to win. Just show up, that’s all.” Then, with mocking emphasis, he added, “Oh, and bring those three little supermodel babies of yours.” But he forgot to hang up. In the background, his friends jeered, “See? Your wife’s so obedient. Even if you told her to walk into fire, she’d do it!” Natalie’s faint laughter carried through the line. I let out a cold laugh of my own. “We’ll make sure both you and Miss Natalie remember us well.” Backstage at the Supermodel Showdown, Natalie leaned on Jared’s arm and whispered, “I’m still a little nervous about Clarissa…”

The seven years between Liam and me turned out to be nothing but a cruel joke. After the treatment finally ended, I returned to the home I had shared with Liam. As I looked at everything that once felt warm and sweet, all I could feel was deep mockery. I walked through every corner of the house, remembering all the moments Liam and I had shared. We used to be a loving couple, inseparable from each other. But when did it all start to change? Probably since that woman named Eva came back. "Lily! Are you okay? Eva was seriously hurt. I'll take her to the hospital soon. Please take care of yourself."

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

"Good guess. Almost close." "But you know almost doesn't cut it." I argued, feeling a little upset for not being able to simply guess his age-- His voice floated in my head to put an end to the internal argument. "No need to beat yourself up, agápi. Let's just say I'm a little above six hundred." My eyes snapped up to meet his smiling ones. "Six hundred? A little above? You're that old? I'm surprised. Which typically means you're mated already."

City D was always bustling with a lot of people walking side by side and filled with heavy traffic. However, today, the traffic seemed to be much heavier for there were many cars loudly honking as walking people filled the city. Even the swooshing of the wind and the leaves that danced along with it were moving about busily. It was already June, indicating the start of summer, the hottest season of the year. On this day, there was a certain transparent soul wandering about on the street. Who was this soul?

"Heyy.. I know you don't want to talk to me right now but we need to talk, i miss us and i feel terribly guilty and it keeps me up at night. Can we just talk?" His heart clenched. She sounded so sweet, so delicate, like the girl he knew in high school, so innocent yet alluring and very brilliant. He wanted to call her back and tell her that he missed them too, that it was hard to move on and that he didn't want to even after months, that occasionally he would catch her scent in the air but it never lasted long it would always drift away as soon as it came.

I growled She stumbled back and faced me "What is the matter with me?" She scoffed "I should be asking you that question because I don’t understand you anymore. You are unbelievable!" She yelled "First, you say you don’t want me around you and when I leave, you suddenly have a problem with it. Are you okay?" "Don’t you dare talk to me in that tone Osline," I growled stepping forward Instead of stepping backward like she normally does, she stepped forward too "I will talk to you in any tone." She pointed