Eight Years Novels & Stories

Dharani POV ************* 8 YEARS LEAP ............ I am so happy with my husband and my children. My life has changed so much in these eight years. Things that I never expected to happen with me, took place. It's been 8 years since me and Akash got married and 8 years since all my dreams came true. In these eight years, all I have experienced is pure joy and heaven. My professional as well as my family life is running very smoothly and successfully.

As I stared I wondered within me what could possibly make news on such a beautiful day. “Oh! It is the 18th of May” I said to myself as I smiled. This day was of course very special to me and most especially to my best friend Courtney because it was her birthday. Courtney and I had known each other since we were five. They first moved into our neighborhood shortly after Courtney's father(Mr. Williams) lost his job as a bartender because of his ill mannered and insolent behavior 13years ago. On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her.

Twenty-eight years. She writes: I am forty-eight years old. Twenty-eight years into the second life. In the first life I was forty-seven and I had three years left and I did not know it and I was not paying sufficient attention to those three years. In this life I have been paying attention to every year since I was twenty.

I had been given eight years of things that felt significant and were not. I walked out of the loft.

about that future wedding. Eight years had passed, and I was still waiting for the day that promise would come true. But now, I had decided to go home. I wouldn't wait any longer. The car moved silently through the night before stopping in front of my villa. Mason unfastened his seatbelt, apparently assuming the tension between us had already passed. Out of habit, he leaned toward me, trying to kiss me. I raised my hand and pressed it lightly against his shoulder. "I'm tired, Mason."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: yes. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: twenty-eight years. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: still.

Eight days of waiting, while the letter moved through the Thornvale network and a child on the other end read it and decided, in whatever way children decided things, how to respond. Eight days was a long time. Aria knew this because she counted every one of them.

Elara turned eight in April. The party was the kind of party that a child turning eight in a household that had been through a war and a plague and two cross-territory crises in the past year deserved: full, warm, attended by everyone who loved her, with excessive amounts of food and the specific noise level that made quiet houses feel alive.

"Luna was scared. About middle school." "Our confident Luna? Scared?" "Even confident people get scared. She just hides it better." Thomas tugged my sleeve. "Thomas go to middle school someday too?" "In five years. When you're thirteen." "That's FOREVER!" "It'll be here before you know it." Leo, not fully understanding, chimed in. "Leo go too?" "In eight years, buddy." "That's... um..." He tried to count on his fingers. "A LOT!" "It is a lot. But we'll get there together."