Divorce? dream on Novels & Stories

•"It's weekend over here, so I'd make sure I'm back by next week, if Dad doesn't come pick you just wait for me till then okay?" And then he hung up, he threw his phone angrily to the bed and held the iron bars if the widow, tightening his fists around them. This school year of his had really suffered a lot. First it was his parents separation earlier this year due to his dad's cheating problem and careless attitudes, Now it's his mom's death. This year would really be the most Awkward in his life... ~ A knock on the main entrance got Mareili hurrying out from the room, eyes red and puffed, she rubbed them slightly then proceeded to open the door.

, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

Anna POV “Please, Max, don’t send me away… please!” I jolted upright from the bed, my breath racing faster than I could control. Faster than a speeding car. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to steady myself. I had dreamt about Max. Those piercing eyes of his haunted me, and so did the face of the woman who had walked into my office recently as a new employee. In the dream, they both handed me divorce papers. It felt like everything I had once gone through was happening all over again—only this time, with a twist. A new pace. A darker version.

That part of me battled against the terror, against the panic threatening to take over. I swallowed the invisible lump in my throat. My mouth was dry. The laughter we shared when things were simpler. The quiet nights we spent planning a life together. His voice saying my name in those intimate moments. And then… the divorce. The betrayal. The abandonment. I shook my head slightly, trying to push the memories away, but they refused to leave. Daniel stepped closer, his presence anchoring me slightly, though I barely noticed. “You’re… going to the office?” he asked again, gently.

EZEKIEL I woke up from a dream, with Vivienne's voice still clear in my mind. "I can't believe this. After everything... I was just a substitute." My heart was pounding, and I stared at the ceiling, trying to push the dream away. It was always the same—Vivienne's sad desperate eyes, looking at me, full of pain. Since our divorce, sleep had been hard to find for me. Every night, I lay awake, thinking about Vivienne and the hurt I caused. Her words from the dream felt so real and recent, like she was right there, reminding me of my mistakes.

"Apparently, the only solution to my Dad's problem is for me to get married" " Jesus Christ" A gasp escaped her mouth. I shrugged, "I can't seem to wrap my head around it. All the dreams of me getting married to the love of my life is gone. I can't believe I'm fucked for life". " There can be room for divorce" she replied. "No room, definitely no room for a divorce. I am loosing my mind and...". " Calm down babe, we can think of something. The both of you can make a deal, the dude might not be interested in the marriage".

He added in a harangue: “That Vivian in any essence has no legal right to divorce him, and that divorce proceeding is the act of a hussy.” This is night Charles was staid and grew in constant speculation on this divorce case till he was seized by drowsy fit and fell fast asleep on a wooden bed. In his sleep, he dreamt about Vivian being married to a man richer than himself – with whom she had gone shopping. In his dream, he saw that she was pregnant and would soon bear a child to her second husband. In that fantasy also, she waved him goodbye and could not show love interest on him any longer. While she was waving him, he ran towards to grip her for an embrace, as he use to do during the per

He finally asked after close to a minute of silence. "Not sure, I just feel stuck in a loop as quick as I get this divorce thing over with might feel some freedom" "Yeah I feel you" "Enough about me, why can't you sleep?" "Well, I was asleep then I dreamt about us and then just kind of woke up..." "Dreamt about what exactly?" "A lot of stuff, I'm not telling you what happened in that dream" "Because?" "If I tell you you'll probably laugh at me and like Dr. Strange said in Endgame, if I tell you what happens it won't happen"