Forever Under Twenty Novelas e Histórias

It was a popular song by Lewis Capaldi entitled FOREVER " Caught me off guard, I wish that I'd been sober, Still, here we are, back in Hanover 99 Just like old times all over, Under the exit lights as beautiful as ever, I wish that I dress up a little better, No regrets are what we said, We can't go back again Darling, Nobody said that it would last forever, That doesn't mean we didn't try to get there, I never said that we would die together, That doesn't mean it was a lie, remember?

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

“You took his immortality.” Forever had an expiry date.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

I whispered back. He laughed—low, happy. We danced under the lights—barefoot, slow, his guitar forgotten for now. Just us moving together. No contract. No fear. Just love. Just vows kept. Just forever starting right now. And for the first time in twenty years, I wasn’t surviving. I was living. With him.

Time doesn’t matter. They have forever.

I beamed proudly. "Forever!"

‘But we will be twenty in less than two days. Katniss’s smile completely vanishes. She sits up straight on the bench, her eyes widening as the math clicks in her head. “Wait... less than two days? Kyle, the final match of the Dance of the Dead takes place in exactly two days from now.” I nod, my jaw tightening as I stare into the bubbling water. “Gracious Cessi,” Katniss whispers, her face turning pale. “That means Olivia will be fighting a death battle against the Ripper Ghost on her twentieth birthday. That is brutal.”

Back in Texas, when we—me and Camilia—were in freshman year, we made plans of how we would celebrate our twenty. We both knew our eighteenth birthday wasn't going to be huge. She had family problems, and I knew grandma couldn't afford a big party, so we made a pact that we would make our twentieth birthday so big that everyone in the class would be jealous of it. Thinking back, it was such a childish dream, yet, the memory stirred up a warm nostalgia, reminding me of simpler days. “Oh, that’s amazing,” I murmured, feeling a surge of excitement and affection for both of them. “I’d love to be part of that, if you guys don't mind, of course. What are you planning?”

I was so confused about what to do, especially since only half of my mind was thinking about anything other than his cock inside of me. He pulled up to the front of the circle drive in front of the aging plaster pillars that stood guard outside the front door. The house was an old mansion from the 1800’s which had been renovated numerous times, but the sorority had decided to keep its pre-civil war look. I gave Tim a quick kiss before getting out. I needed to go up to my room and work out some of my frustrations as soon as possible because I felt like my ovaries were bruised from being worked