I Hope You Get This Message Novels & Stories

I reached for it, hoping it might be a reassuring text or just a random update. But as I glanced at the screen, my heart skipped a beat. It was a message from the unknown mailer. The message read: “Got yourself a new boyfriend, I see. How do you think he’ll react when he finds out your secret?”

With a casual wave, they turned and left. I placed the music box back on the table. Then, I picked up the non-profit organization documents and the suitcase I had packed long ago and walked toward the door. Just as I reached it, I received a voice message from Giovanni. "Chichi, Luigi and I have prepared a new surprise for you in a few days. You'll love it." I smiled, thinking, "Giovanni, haven't you given me enough surprises already?" Before boarding the plane, I sent him everything—photos of Maria's pregnancy report, screenshots of her social media posts, and the medical report proving that my dyslexia had been cured.

I can use this to write down my ideas, take note of my learnings throughout this new journey in my life. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was a message from Samuel: Hope you enjoy the journal. You deserve all the beautiful things. His words, simple yet heartfelt, brought an involuntary smile to my face. Whether it was the warmth of his gesture from earlier or the kindness in his eyes, I couldn't deny the happiness that flooded through me at that moment. It was more than just a message; it was a reminder of his unwavering support and the genuine connection we shared.

"It was structural." "It was messy," Hope groaned. She flopped back onto the rug. "I shouldn't have sent it. Mr. Marchetti was just being nice." Ping. It wasn't a trumpet. It was a simple email swoosh. Hope sat up. She stared at the screen. Aurora held her breath. She looked at Liam. He put the mug down. Hope clicked the mouse. Her hand was shaking. She read. She stopped breathing. She read it again. Then, she screamed.

I couldn't help but wonder as I looked at the screen, deep in thought. With a sense of anticipation coursing through my veins, I fumbled with my phone, my fingers betraying my excitement. I stole a quick glance around the room, noting that everyone was still engrossed in their conversations. My curiosity got the better of me, and I hesitantly tapped the 'view' button, bracing myself for the message that awaited me. As the words came into focus, my heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught in my throat: "I still miss you. -Julie."

But this time, there was a small message embedded in the code. Guess you’ve figured who I am by now. Did you like the rose?

Then I hit send. I don’t expect an immediate response so I buise myself trying to shut down my computer. I am however shocked when the G***l icon pops up on my screen. “darkmangledsoul@g***l.com sent you a message.” He responded… and in 0.2 seconds! My heart pounding wildly for reasons I cannot seem to understand, I click on the message. “Mr. Anonymous Businessman?” I try to scroll, searching for the rest of the message, but that’s all it says. Got me excited for nothing.

Only one text immediately caught my attention. Unknown Number I hope you're happy now. I hope yes to make the most of the destruction of my life. I'll see you when I see you.

You deserve it. I stared at the message, my heart racing. There was no signature, no identifying information, but somehow I knew. I typed back: Who is this? The response came immediately: Someone who believes in second chances.

But I'm getting there, and it's starting to get easier. I hope I didn't make you cry in my last letter If you got it. But If you didn't, then great. I hope that you got it, but I hope you didn't at the same time. Does that makes any sense? I hope to be able to hear from you soon, to hear how you're doing. I hope you love college, it's going to be a whole new experience for you, and a great one at that. I really miss you, and... I know this isn't the right way to say this, but.. XX=I'=m==I=n==l=o=v=e==w=i=t=h==y=o=u=XX I Miss you very much. Every day, and every night. I hope to see you as soon as I can.