Days Going By Novels & Stories

June The half of the day passes like it always does, measured in drills, instructions, and the constant awareness that today is not like other days. There is something heavier sitting under everything. A tension that no one says out loud but everyone feels anyway. By the end of today, some recruits will be sent back. No second chances. No long explanations. Just gone. I can see it in the way people move. The way they talk a little less. The way they keep checking the instructors’ faces like answers might appear there if they stare long enough.

Sixteen days left. I went home.

Episode 18 🤏👈🍆🍓🍓🍓🍓❤️❤️❤️🍌🍌🍌👀🔞 **Contd.** As I got to the house, I noticed that the people I saw the previous day were no more there. That’s the thing with death. Most people console you just that day, sometimes for a week, while at most a month, but eventually they’ll leave and you would have to bear the lose yourself.

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

When the show ended, heavy rain poured down, washing away all the filth and ugliness. A rainbow stretched across the horizon. I understood then that whatever didn’t kill me would only make me stronger. Now that I had a new life, there was no need to be chained to the past. I was no longer someone who stayed still. I would keep moving forward because only then could I find more beautiful scenery. My future was full of endless possibilities.

Not to mention Dane is due in twenty and I wanted to be long gone. “You don’t need to stay, you know. If you want to leave, just go. You coming in here three times a day with meals is not an easy task. It’s a lot of driving and traffic. You should be home resting or at school.” Bryan has been increasingly naggy as he starts to recover, forgetting it was only days ago he almost died. He gets home in three more so this is hardly a life altering change to my schedule.

And days gone too fast and 30 day ends and that day come when John come from his trip. Johnson in short John pov _________________________ Time fly. 30day gone from my life. I missed her so much. After my work I always think about her. What is she doing and all. Is she miss me? I have only seen her lovely face in the weeding properly. My mood was so bad that day . In that picture she is so happy on the other hand now she no joy on her face I know what the cause.

** I don’t respond. But I don’t delete the message either. Because eight weeks suddenly feels like forever. And not nearly long enough.

I mumbled to myself. But then I shook my head no, “I do not think he would be concern about that now. Beside it is not that important too.” I continued. After that I shrugged my shoulder and continued on working. *** How’s your day going so far? A ding on my phone, as I read Joseph’s message. It is good really. Got much idea today. How about your day? I asked him back. He said somethimg about he is so tired and really felt like his day went so slowz

“I missed you too.” “Really? I’m the one who texts and calls first every day. You were only gone for a few days, but it felt like years to me. When you’re not by my side, honey, minutes feel like years. I finally know what they mean when they say even a day feels like three years apart. The pain of longing is unbearable.”