I Will Not Die I'll Wait Here For You Novels & Stories

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street So I’m not moving, I’m not moving Policeman says, “Son, you can’t stay here.” I said, “There’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year. Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows. If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.”

I don’t even have a phone, there isn’t much signal here in this area. I hope… he won’t forget me… wait for me, Alex Kim… TO BE CONTINUED…

Global supernatural horrors descended upon the world, and everyone had to clear horror-game instances to earn a slim chance at survival. In my previous life, my fiancée refused to use her item to open the exit because she wanted to wait for her first love to clear the instance. But this was the final escape point in the instance, and our only chance to survive. With only three minutes left, I had no choice but to knock her unconscious and use her item to force the exit open. Her first love was ultimately left behind in the horror realm, where the horrors devoured him. However, I cleared the instance successfully and used the generous score rewards to build a happy life with my girlfriend at

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

I walked anyway. Downstairs, the string quartet was still playing. White roses lined the aisle, candles flickered in tall glass holders, and everyone we loved was seated beneath the soft gold light of the ballroom, waiting for a wedding that no longer existed. The whispers began as soon as they saw me alone. My mother stood from the front row. "Nora?" Elliot's mother rose too, looking past me toward the doors. "Where's Elliot?" I kept walking until I reached the front of the room.

" But death is important, it's like life itself, you cannot defy death. " " I can do anything now, I'm just waiting for your acceptance. " .................... To be continued

Love me like you do, love me like you do Love me like you do, love me like you do Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head spinning around, I can't see clear no more

I look at him and I see a love better suited for oblivion rather than the finite nature of my life. "If when we die, we live again... I'll find you," David says. My eyes close. He's mine. Now, before, and after. Anywhere—we belong together. "I'll wait for you. I'll wait forever."

I love you. I had spent years of my life desperately waiting to hear those exact words. I had waited for them on those dark nights when the electricity was cut off in our tiny rented apartment. I had waited for them when my back was peeling from hauling heavy freight at the warehouse, in so much pain I couldn't straighten my spine. I had waited for them when I stared down at that slice of mango cake at the celebratory dinner. And I had even waited for them the exact moment that HR disciplinary notice was blasted out to the entire company.

"This is all my fault, Mom. I'm so sorry for dragging you into this mess." As I stared at Mom's photograph on the headstone, I couldn't shake the memory of five days ago when I'd brought Melissa here to meet her. A smile lit up my face as I held Melissa's hand. "Mom, I'm getting married. This is my fiancee, the woman I'll spend the rest of my life with." But Melissa kept her distance, not offering a single word of commitment. When she saw me talking to Mom's headstone, her voice was sharp with impatience.