Days Going By Novels & Stories

Clapping excitedly, she urged, "Daddy, let's go! I can't wait to go to the amusement park. I want to take lots of pictures and put them in the frame next to my bed!" A jolt of pain shot through my chest. I'd carried these pups for months and nearly died during labor, but as they left, the last bit of attachment I had toward them vanished. Later, I cleared out all my belongings in the villa, then dragged my suitcase downstairs. "Luna Aria, are you heading out?" Bill asked. I nodded. "I'm leaving. Remind Ethan to sign the agreement. And also, stop calling me 'Luna Aria'."

Too many to courses to choose from. I decided that I'll save money first then go to college. Time skip (Monday) Monday again. Why does the weekdays drags then when weekends it seems like the time is faster? Mark and Eric was waiting for me at the door of the printing room. They slightly cower when Gideon glare at them. He did not say anything. His glare is enough. After he left to go to his office. My 2 friends started to apologize at the same time. I raise my hand to stop them from talking.

Jim's frustration is evident as he mutters, "Can't it wait, Jonathan? We're in the middle of a trip." Jonathan's voice holds a sense of urgency. "No, it can't. It's important, and we need to talk about it when you get back." Jim ends the call, his jaw clenched. I place a comforting hand on his arm, offering support. "We'll deal with it when we get home. Let's not dwell on it now." The road stretches out before us, inviting us to move forward. We leave the small town behind, knowing that our everyday responsibilities await us. The conversation with Jonathan has left an undercurrent of unease, but we keep driving, focusing on the road ahead.

The function running. The work continuing. Three days for Marcus. Sixty days for Chen. The threads reconnecting. One at a time.

People brushed past me carelessly. Some walked in pairs talking and laughing, and some were glued to their phones. Others were rushing home after a long day at work. I envied them ,they appeared to have little or no worries. Can’t say the same for me, once it’s clock midnight a day will be removed from the little time I have left. Then it will be three hundred and sixty-four days and that’s how my days will keep getting shorter going forward. I looked up at the sky. Funny how life keeps moving normally while someone else’s entire world is falling apart.

“Home. Us home.” _Silence. PCH. 2:31 PM._ Adrian driving. 72 BPM. One hand on wheel. One hand holding mine. “Day 38,” Adrian said. Quiet. So Isla didn’t hear. But she did. Always hears. “We did a crowd. We did school. We did Mother’s Day. In public. No panic. No Cayman. No Reese.” “Day 38,” I said. Squeezed his hand. “25 days left. Until June 2nd. Until ‘both’ starts. For real.”

He suddenly asked, "You're okay with that?" Fair enough. If this were the past, I probably would've lost control on the spot, demanding an answer. So many ugly moments in our marriage had come from my losing control, even though every one of those moments was caused by him. I wore a small smile. "Of course. It's just a ceremony." After a long silence, Lawrence spoke again on his own initiative. "How about this? In a few days, I'll take you to the old town nearby to relax." I looked down at the countdown on my phone.Ten more days until the entire divorce process is finalized.

Sometimes both simultaneously. "We used to run a company," I said at 7 a.m., folding onesies that were somehow already too small. "We still run a company." "Do we though? When was the last time either of us looked at quarterly reports?" David considered this. "Tuesday." "What day is it now?" "Thursday. I think. Might be Friday." "We've lost all sense of time." "Completely." He didn't sound particularly concerned about it. "But Isabella knows what day it is, so that's fine."

"Melody, I've finally found you. I was almost crazy with worry when you didn't answer any calls and weren't at home. Do you remember me yet? I'm Dylan." I wanted to roll my eyes in anger. Only a few hours had passed since we left the conference hall. "Don't come over here. There's nothing between us anymore. I don't know you, and even if we were mates in the past, it ended a long time ago. Stop annoying me."

Christian "What do you mean she's gone, gone where?" A sinking feeling hits my stomach like a rock but I won't let it affect me not until Tom says the words I have a feeling he's going to. He stands from the table finishing his beer in one swift mouthful before heading for the fridge and pulling out two more and passing me one.