Fix Me Ten Years 소설 & 이야기

I am no one's but his father's boy. He gives his toy a look and she scrambles away. "Ho qualcosa per te. (I have something for you)." He smirks, trying to retrieve something from his drawer. "I also have something for you." "Really?" He pauses. "Okay, you go first." "Oggi sono esattamente dieci anni. (It is exactly ten years today)." Ten years since I started doing horrible things for him. Hell, I have been counting, waiting desperately for the tenth year. "Ricordi il nostro accordo? (You remember our deal?)" The deal was to let me and my sister go after ten years. I know better than to trust Vaughan's word but I'm prepared.

she smiled. "Your struggle is great," continued Juna. "It's thanks to you too," replied Aiys. "An angel like you deserves to wear the crown. Beautiful," continued Juna. Aiys smiled in reply to Juna words. After Mr. Teno finished pairing him with Aiys, he moved to Juna. "Juna Qowely Defano with an average score of 97.85 is very different in type," said mc. Mr. Teno immediately put on an oversized robe and a sash to Juna. Just try first!!! There will be no failure in the process.

I backed away from her, “mum” “Or is it the fact that Gianna is perfect?” -I winced- “perfect? That’s your problem? I mean it’s not like I’m wrong-“ “You are. Just like you were wrong ten years ago.” She frowned, trying to remember what happened ten years ago. The fact that she had even forgotten. Was comfortable enough to shove her memory to the back of her mind and move on. “Ten years ago…Arielle.” My father filled in the blank.

Sometime later, she seemed to have gotten nightmares as she suddenly jolted awake. She used to be so afraid of the dark, but now, she was sitting alone in a huge graveyard. "I miss you, Leo. I want to talk to you. Please talk to me. Please respond to me, okay?" she pleaded humbly. I hovered beside her, carefully spreading my arms so that I wouldn't pass through her body. I pretended that I could still actually hug her. I kept her company for three days and three nights. Coincidentally, this went on until my death anniversary. At that moment, I had been dead for exactly a decade.

Arthur's eyes widened in shock at my response. He said, "We just danced together not long ago." "No. It was much earlier than that—years ago, I think." A fleeting image flashed through my mind, but I couldn't grasp the memory no matter how hard I tried. Frustrated, I scratched my head. "Don't change the subject. What’s your answer?" "Alright." If I faked a marriage with Arthur, other companies would stop proposing marriage alliances with their families, and dissolving the arrangement later would be simple.

I want to try, because he’s my chance at happiness, at forever. Training starts at fifteen, so I quickly change and make my way to the pack house. I slip from my car, and see Giana right away. She gives me a smile, and loops her arms with mine. “How are you doing?” “I’m okay” I nod, even though stress is eating at my insides. Even though I can't stomach food right now. “How are you?” “Eh” she shrugs, staying close to me. “Tired, but good. Working with Ford on the project is exhausting. He’s so frustrating. I can’t believe you liked him”

"We're divorced! You have no right to control me! And what did I do wrong?" They were locked in a heated struggle, but no one attempted to intervene. Eventually, they were exhausted and panting. A young woman who had been quietly taking notes removed her mask and stepped forward. "It's been ten years, and you're still the same—always believing you're right. Do you even remember who I am?" Renee squinted, waving her hand dismissively. "I've taught so many students. How could I remember every single one? Turn off that camera, or I'll sue you for invasion of privacy!"

I stuttered realizing that I didn’t really look at it before. “Shit, I don’t have insurance.” I mumbled thinking back to the renewal forms I forgot to fill out a few months ago. I could feel myself starting to fall apart. What a shit show of a day. I had held it together as best I could, but I was running out of fight. I had pulled myself out of my tantrum, didn’t run over that disgusting excuse for a man and even got myself out of my self-loathing long enough to get to the store for needed self-care. My therapist would be proud.

When did Mom become this stranger? A malicious gleam flashed through Uncle Donald's eyes. "The only reason everyone's paying so much attention to this is that Mike is the nation's top scorer. But what if he isn't?" My breath caught. "I had someone look into it. Mike hasn't set foot in a high school for three years. How could he possibly be the nation's top scorer?" Mom's gaze darkened as she looked at me. "So, you cheated, Mike. It seems the only way for me to salvage some reputation for Ferguson Group is to turn you in myself."

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.