I've Waited A Hundred Years 소설 & 이야기

The day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.

I will never adapt to that fucking reality, regardless of how much time goes by. Since she left. I was dragging every day, wishing that she would come back. Fifteen years have passed, and I was still waiting. And I’ll be waiting because, with each new day, there’s new hope. And as my sweet Ariadne used to say, “Hope dies last!”.

Now there was nowhere to hide. "We need time," I said finally. "To understand exactly what this would require, structurally, from the three of us. To make certain everyone standing behind us understands the risk as clearly as we do, rather than discovering it only once we've already committed to attempting it." "Time is something I have considerable patience for," the Hollow said, something that might have been, impossibly, warmth threading through the observation. "I have waited three hundred years for someone to ask the question you've asked me today. I can wait considerably longer, now that I finally understand an answer worth waiting for may actually exist."

the old woman says. "It has to be seen, and there is exactly one pair of hands in the world that can be laid on all of it at once, and they are four years old, and they belong to somebody's son, and I have been lying here for three hundred years waiting for a thing I would be ashamed of." She turns her head. "There. Now you have that too." I look at Rowan.

I will carry it around with me forever, I will cherish her beauty for as long as infinity. I went to the spot that I met her at the last time to wait for her. There is one thing I never thought I would say in all the decades of being in this world. I never thought that I would want to wait for someone for forever. I actually have never had the patience to wait, if you take you time coming it really pissed me off. But for her, waiting for her is the easiest thing I can do in this world. For her its never too late, I think I could even wait a millennia for her If needed.

Probably watching over her, protecting her, drowning in his own obsession. “Seven hundred and thirty-two years…” I murmured to the glass. “Seven hundred and thirty-two years waiting for this.” Revenge was a dish best served cold. And I was about to prepare a feast.

"But I never settled. Never bonded with someone just because they were convenient or available. I knew my true mate was out there somewhere. I just had to be patient." "And you waited. For me. For over two hundred years." "Every day." He tilts my face up. "Every single day I waited. Hoped. Believed that eventually the Fates would bring you to me. And they did. You walked into my classroom and my entire world shifted. Everything I'd been waiting for. Right there." Tears prick my eyes. "I'm Nineteen, Adrian. You waited two hundred years for someone who's barely lived a quarter century. Don't you think that's... I don't know. Unfair? That you deserve someone closer to your age? Your experience

Sera looked at him for a long moment. Then she nodded. "All right," she said. His exhale was slow. "All right," he said back. Outside the study window the southern tree line sat dark against the winter sky. Somewhere beyond it, beneath the frozen ground, something old was bleeding through the earth and waiting. It had been waiting for three centuries. It could wait a little longer. But not much.

"I am waiting for someone, can you give me an hour. It's not like I can run away." “I have waited 200 years for you, I can wait for an extra hour.” He said, sipping his drink. She nodded and hoped Serena would arrive soon.

“We’ve waited for a million years. With our assistance, it will take him a millennium to walk the Ancient Path.” “Alright. Let’s wait for another millennium then.”