Day6 Time Of Our Life Novels & Stories

We are about to bump when Mom suddenly hugged me. 'THE CAR HAS NO BREAK!' 'Mommy loves you, Hiraya!' ................................................................................ "MOM !!!" I woke up because of that dream. Is it part of my past? Is this what Celestia says? I just ignored that and immediately looked at the clock. It's Seven O'clock in the morning and class starts at 7:30. I just let it go and did my morning rituals. After that, I opened my messages and check if someone message me. And I saw his name.

Bu if… you wait for the right time…” “It will be sweet.” My mom nodded at me with a smile on her face. “But if they didn’t harvest it in its perfect time… it will be rotten and useless.” I can’t help but remember Drake in mom’s words. If in this timeline… we never once met ever since I graduate… there is a possibility that he don’t love me anymore. That his love is gone just like how a berries gets rotten… “What’s with that kind of face?” “I just… think that… it is sad for those who have love that gets rotten since they didn’t harvest it in its perfect time…”

6:02 am Mekhi: You look beautiful today 7:46 am Me: Good morning! Thank you! Mekhi: Did you sleep well? Me: I did, I felt amazing when I woke up this morning! What about you? Mekhi: That's good to hear…I slept well enough. Which reminds me to show you where my dorm is when I get back to campus. Me: I thought you forgot! I won't be napping today, I can't make any promises about tomorrow since we're going out tonight d^:

That was all I could do. The moment I regained consciousness somehow I knew I would not be like what I used to be. When the doctors came and gave me a brief intro about my condition, I decided to put my life as a gamble. Since then, what I was afraid of was not death but rather the grief that my loved ones need to bear. I am just twenty five years old and in the middle of my youthful life.

Luna Mathews: Life, life is like a loan, a series of loans no matter how much you save up for it, you'll never fully pay it in time. David Mathews: Happy fathers day Mom. June twenty-one 20. Father's day 8⁴-⅝

"How was your day?" Shalom asks handing me a plate of food. My mouth waters at the smell of the roasted garlic and butter chicken. I smile loving every bit of this. I love the fact that we have a routine now. We spend about eight hours apart working and then at the end of the day we come home to each other. We make a tasty meal and we reconnect.

She asked, realizing that she wouldn’t be as involved in their lives anymore. “Oh Sweetie, of course I will! I will come see you and have dinner with you once a week, how’s that?” Marilou promised. “What day?” Charity asked. “How about this? On Sundays, we go to Sunday school and then we all get together for lunch afterwards. How does that sound?” Charity and Jada both agreed that was a very good idea.

But he paused with his hand on the doorknob. "I'm a patient man, Lara. I can wait for you to come around to the reality of our situation. But I need you to understand that I don't have unlimited time to waste on your resistance." His voice had lost all traces of amusement now, replaced by something harder, more businesslike. "So here's how this is going to work. You have sixty days. Sixty days to fall in love with me, to accept your role as my wife, and to give me an heir."

The day my doom began. I swallow hard. “Mom, what… what day is it?” Her perfectly lined brows knit together. “Why are you suddenly asking me that?” “Just tell me today’s date.” My voice cracks. She sighs dramatically. “Today is Friday, 19th of June, 2018.” The room tilts. My body goes cold. That confirmed it. I’m not crazy. I’m not dreaming. I have gone back in time. Seven years before my death. To the exact moment when Logan was about to re-enter my life.

What we do with the time we have. And what we did was pretty fucking spectacular, wasn't it? We LIVED, Shade. More in my nineteen years than some people do in ninety. We jumped out of planes and swam in quarries and made love under the stars. We ate fancy French food we couldn't pronounce and danced on rooftops and rode your motorcycle through rainstorms. We fed a stray cat who decided we were his humans. We created a whole lifetime in the limited time we had. I wouldn't trade a single moment of it. Not even for a longer life without you in it.