Decaying Winter Yosef Novels & Stories

God, I wish I had Soren's confidence. I was about to hang up when Soren's voice came through the phone. It sounded exhausted. "I know you're still angry, but throwing a tantrum like this won't do anyone any good." "You're just being stubborn. I know you." "You can't make it in New York without me." "Soren, stop deluding yourself. You're the one who's spiraling, whose judgment is shot. You're the one who can't live without me." "Look at you now, running around like a madman trying to find me."

“What should I do?” The assistant was caught off guard. It was the first time Nick had ever asked him for advice. He stood up quickly, speaking carefully. “Sir, you might not like what I’m about to say, but I’ve been by your side for eight years. I’ve seen everything you and Ms. Winters have gone through.” He paused to study Nick’s face. When he saw no sign of anger, he went on. “You two once loved each other deeply. You survived countless storms together, but you couldn’t survive the quiet. Ms. Winters won’t come back once she’s gone.

Then paused before adding, “Wait! Send me the media asking for an interview.” I could hear the excitement in my PA’s voice before I disconnected the call. I opened the door to see the kitchen was a mess. Flour littered the floor, with some kitchen utensils scattered about. Upon walking closer, I saw Winter by the sink, her index finger under the running tap. “Are you okay?” I asked, rushing towards her. This caused her to turn to me. “I was bored, so I tried to bake,” she said, casually. “What happened?” I asked, but I didn’t need an explanation to know what had happened.

It does not help that the rejection must also be accepted by the rejected. Over the years I have seen many wolves waking up on their eighteenth birthdays, dashing from a bedroom in excitement and around pack territory because of that one delectable and irresistible scent that hits them like a freight train. They move so fast; no amount of time is quick enough for them to clash and embrace each other. But that is not to say I have not witnessed a rejection or two. That shit is heart-breaking to watch, it is impossible to imagine what the rejected wolf feels.

"It really has been a long time since you've been back, hasn't it?" "Too long." Caden watched the scenery pass by and Jocelyn wondered what he was thinking. The evergreens were covered in white snow, creating the perfect Christmas postcard. In fact, many photographers had used the winter landscape of Christmas Cove over the years for just that reason. Within minutes, the trees gave way to a castle made with huge white stones that shimmered in the sunlight. In the back was what looked to be ski slopes with white snow as far as the eye could see behind it. "Wow."

This was their secret life. Just the two of them. “The white night has finally ended. It has lasted a few months, and now the night has come back. The familiar winter will arrive soon…” The summer they thought would last forever finally ended. It was over. And now, the familiar cruel winter was coming for them again.

Her newly settled heart grew uneasy again. "Mom didn't come home again today. Dad sat on the balcony and smoked all night by himself." "Mom forgot Dad's birthday again and went downstairs to watch a game with Mr. Pierce." "I asked Dad if he wanted a divorce. I have a scholarship. I won't drag him down. He said no." "But I still feel like Dad isn't happy at all." Marissa's hands trembled faintly. These were words Nora had written as early as her freshman year of high school.

He came forward and grabbed my shoulders. “Coco, are you pregnant?” I shoved him away and answered with a cold voice, “No. I’m not. I’m just disgusted. Stop speaking of your empty, meaningless love. It just makes me sick.” The hope in his eyes shattered instantly.

After taking one last look at the room, I turned and walked out into the blizzard. Snow melted on my eyelashes, tracing cold lines down my cheeks. For a moment, I couldn't tell if it was just melted snow or something else. Once aboard the supply boat, I stood out on the deck and looked back. The research station shrank into the distance until it was nothing more than a tiny speck. The wind on the water was howling, making my eyes sting and water. The dark void behind me was fading away, taking ten years of my youth with it.

They might even slander me. However, I was unwilling to accept it. I hated them. Over the years, I desperately tried to convince myself to let go, and I thought I had. However, when I saw them again, I realized how much I hated Greyson and Elise, even to the point of madness. How could I let go? I brushed the snow away from the grave, my gaze falling on the sprouting buds beside it. I whispered, "Kelly, I won't be coming here anymore. We both have to move on, okay?"