Everything's Fine Novels & Stories

Even when Nathaniel tried to bring up conversation to ease the tension in the car, I ended up ruining everything. “ I don't think you're okay, Alessia.” Nathaniel started, after a long silence. “ You've not been yourself since the beginning of this hangout. What is the matter?” “ I'm fine, Nathaniel.” I flashed him a smile, one that I was sure didn't reach my eyes. “ I just have a lot on my mind, lately.” “ Okay, if you say so.” That wasn't a straightforward answer on my part, but I was grateful he didn't push further.

All those nights he’d fallen asleep thinking about enough — how far away it always seemed. Now “enough” was here. Breathing beside him. Kicking sometimes. Laughing often. Carrying the future without making it heavier than it needed to be. He turned slightly, brushing a hand over her hair. She stirred faintly, eyes half‑open. “Everything okay?” she murmured. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Everything’s working.” “Good,” she mumbled. “Let it.” Her smile was barely there, but it stayed as she drifted back into sleep.

Cassie: Are you okay, Chris? She asked me worriedly. I smiled and nodded my head. Chris: I am fine Candy. Now tell me, did you sleep well last night? I asked and she nodded her head with a cute smile on her face that melted my heart. Cassie: Yes, I slept fine. She replied and I smiled. She intertwined her fingers with mine and I pecked the back of her head. Chris: You are my life. I said and she hid her face in my chest.

I have to agree to whatever he says now. “ Fine.. I agree. But you should not create any ruckus there . " “ I promise father.... Ok, so the words that can be framed are ... CARTELS CRESTAL CLARETS. ... and SCARLET." With the words that he finished off saying, he hauled up from his seat and took a bread to munch upon and waved his hand to his father ... " Bbye Old wolf. You enjoy your days here while I will be enjoying my time there.

"Eric, our town has always been peaceful. We've never had someone like you. "What you've ruined isn't just yourself. You've ruined your family's name. You've dragged the whole town down with you." He paused, then his voice turned icy. "The only solution now is for you to pay the price. Only then will things settle down." "Pay the price?" I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Have you lost your mind? All this over an 'OK'?" "Someone like you…" his voice suddenly rose, "will only bring more trouble if you stay!"

"It doesn't matter anyways. I have another homework for you" I sighed. But louder than intended. "Oh, are you tired? Ugh, ugly Betty." she grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging at it. "Just remember who you are and where you stand in this school." Everyone else in the class had turned to watch. Some had their phones out and were recording. "YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. CHARITY. CASE" she said drawing out the words more than necessary.

I chuckled and sat beside her—and I didn’t even have to force my smile or square my shoulders—within me, I knew I felt fine, although not fine fine, it was a forgivable kind of fine that I could offer myself without having to look pitiful. “I’m fine, Sophie,” I say, putting my mug of hot cocoa that I was holding on the table, “you really don’t have to worry about midnight cries or 3:00 am existential crisis, I’m probably done with that stage already. And I’d be better if you guys don’t treat me like an injured pet or something… it feels weird.”

“Is everything okay?” I let a slow smirk curl at the edges of my lips, stepping forward just slightly, making him shift uncomfortably. “Everything is *fine*,” I said smoothly. “There’s no problem here.” His eyes darted past me again, just for a second. He was searching for something. Looking for proof that the complaint was valid.

“How’s everything?” “Everything’s fine, darling,” Moana replied, the hint of concern in her voice unmistakable. “But what’s this surprise call for? Is everything alright?” “Yeah. Everything’s fine. Just checking in,” I lied. I couldn’t bring myself to worry her with the truth. “It’s been a while, that’s all.”

Something that won't give me away. I type: "Yeah. I'm fine." Hover over send. My pulse is racing so fast I feel lightheaded. I hit send. The moment the message goes through, a cold realization settles deep inside me- Nothing is fine. Not even close. And things will never be normal again.