If I Wake Up Tomorrow Will You Still Be Here の小説・ストーリー

He would finish this tomorrow. Even if it killed him. ---

Not now. Tonight. She will leave. ##############

He took a sip of it "I want seconds. Will you really never wake up?" - To be continued

“I don’t have any plans for tomorrow.” And that’s a yes!

End of message. Tomorrow morning? Don't we have our separate work tomorrow morning?

“Not completely.” “No,” I answered, voice thick with hope and fear. “But tomorrow… tomorrow we find out if there’s anything left to save.” We held each other closer, hearts pounding with the same terrified question. What if tomorrow broke us all over again? What if it didn’t?

The way my body would learn to go still and small while my mind screamed somewhere far away. “How long do I have?” My voice sounded distant, like someone else’s. “Tomorrow evening.” He stared out at the garden again, blindly. “Before midnight.” I nodded, and blinked hard. More tears escaped anyway. “But you’re not going,” He added. His voice was softer now, but more desperate. Like saying it enough times would make it true. I didn’t answer. There was nothing to say. Because the math was simple now. One of us was walking into that house tomorrow night.

Till the next update, tomorrow. -------------------------------

“I'll see you tomorrow. I can come by and pick you up again if you want.” “If you don't mind,” I said.

"You know you will always be my number one. The rest is just background noise." Who the fuck is her number one? "I'll see you tomorrow, I hope you have loads of energy left for me." I sit and listen for more than an hour, but everything remains quiet after that. Guess we will find out tomorrow.