From Here To Eternity Mga Nobela at Kwento

The place was full of random trees behind me, and down my feet was an escarpment. "Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm! " I was humming my favorite song entitled "I will be here," as I moved my feet, wiggling them back and forth while waiting for him. I wanted to wait for no reason, but I didn't know how much longer I have in this world, it might be too late for him to be in here, and to be honest, he might not come for he didn't know that I was here, but if we're really connected could he also feel my heartbeat? Because I? I didn't know I just abruptly felt his.

Dang, I can’t remember the code! Did my dad say 9122? No, it had an eight in it, I think. I can hear heavy gunfire downstairs and I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. I start to cry because I literally can’t still remember the freaking code! Okay, okay, I need to calm down. Despite the commotion downstairs, I take in a deep breath and I try to calm myself. “9182.” I say to myself and it clicks in my head. That’s the code! “9182.” I say again as I press the numbers on the keypad.

Like it was a happy sad memory. The mood in the room had grown solemn. "How many years ago was that?" "A century? More? I have lost count of the years but everytime, it feels like it had all happened yesterday. Like she is still there." There was silence. "Potentials are precious. They are the closest we will ever get to a soulmate. They are what humans call true love and sometimes we find love where we shouldn't." Ivy blinked, her mouth slightly parted in a gasp. That made her think of Chris.

Eternal. The swarm will come. But we’ll meet it stronger. Burning brighter. Wings and sunrise. Husband and wife. Bodies and souls. Together. Forever. Beautiful things get honeymoons. And ours? It’s eternal fire. Consuming. Unquenchable.

Deborah gazed ahead, lost in thought. “Years ago, there was another man, just as reckless, just as crazy. But someone stopped him. And he died without ever seeing the person he wanted the most. Until the end, he carried that regret with him.” I lowered my head. “How did he die?” “It’s hereditary. Before he went to find you, his organs were already failing. Just like his father.” Deborah’s voice cracked. She pressed a letter and a will into my hands. “He left these for you. Whether you read them or not is your choice.”

"But now, she has left, and I'm the one who is by your side. You have never said her name to me again, so I guess you must have let her go, and that's why you chose to stay with me, right? Even though you still don't want to make our relationship public, it's alright. I can wait. I'll wait until the very day you feel it's right. Whether it's three years, five years, or ten years, as long as you have me in your heart, I can keep waiting for you. "Do you think I'm really silly? From as far back as we can remember, we have always been by each other's side. Since my life started with you, I really hope that when I reach the end, the one by my side is still you, too. I don't know what the future

everything we will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love." Lola looks at me, she looks at me with her big eyes that are hers, that are Marcus's, that are Viviane's, that are those of this family we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and she says to me, in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside her she had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that is in pain, a voice that hopes, a voice that believ

She grabbed a handkerchief wiping it off. "I have" she mumbled and instantly, Marcus' gaze was back on her. "I …I want to ask for some… money from…" he cut her off immediately. "You'll get it." Without giving her a chance to speak, his ear pods were in his ear. Octavia sighed, averting her gaze to the street. She's in this already. She signed up for it herself. The car soon entered a giant gate before it halted and he opened the door. She got down through the next door and on raising her head, he was staring at her over the car.

“It’s not over…” The void pulsed ominously, and the last words of the system echoed around her: The final choice has been made… but the game is eternal.

It was a smile he had never shown me. At that same moment, my communicator received an anonymous message. I opened it. It was a gestation report stamped with the red seal of the Healing Sanctum. The words were clear: "The pup is developing well. Four weeks. Name: Seraphine." My gaze dropped to the date. It had been issued a month ago.