If I Wake Up Tomorrow Will You Still Be Here 소설 & 이야기

“How did it go?” “Good.” A yawn assaults me as I get to my feet. “So, is this how it’s going to be?” “What?” he asks. I lift an eyebrow. “One of you leaving the house at the crack of dawn and the other showing up at midnight.” He doesn’t even deny it. I shuffle towards the kitchen. “Do you want tea?” “It’s midnight,” he says. “So?” I ask, pouring water into the kettle. He shakes his head and walks over to the island. “I’ll be gone tomorrow,” he tells me as he takes a seat.

For the woman—woman who'd loved me—me and would want me—me to be happy—happy even though she—she wasn't here to—to see it. Maybe. Possibly—possibly. Eventually—eventually. Tomorrow would tell—tell. First step toward—toward figuring out if—if second chances were—were real or just—just cruel tricks that—that gave false hope—hope. Either way—way, I'd find out—out. Finally—finally. Starting tomorrow—tomorrow. **TO BE CONTINUED...** ---

She's naked, warm, alive. I don't sleep. I stroke her shoulder, gently, so as not to wake her. I count her breaths. I memorize them. Tomorrow, I'll think about her all the time. Today, I fell. And tomorrow, I'll fall even further.

Wow, am I that excited that I am still awake? Me: Thanks, bestie. Glory: Are you excited? I mean you might meet your mate tomorrow. Me: I am and I am hoping I do. Glory: Well, I am just about falling asleep here. I will let you go and see you tomorrow. I will help with getting you ready. Me: I will see you early and we can go to the party together. Glory: See you love you. Me: Love you too. (Smiley) I put my phone away curled up in bed and closed my eyes.

“I’ll be there tomorrow morning.” “Good.” His voice softened slightly. “I’ll hold things together until you get here. Be careful.” “I will,” I murmured. “Thank you.” The line went silent. For a long moment, I stood there in the parking lot, the wind brushing through my hair, the world around me eerily quiet. Lucas was still there, watching me carefully. “Damon?” he asked cautiously. “What’s next?” “We leave early tomorrow morning,” I said without hesitation.

But right now all I feel is empty. We sit there until the wine's gone. Until Maya has to leave for work tomorrow. Until I'm alone again in my mediocre apartment with my mediocre life. I check my phone one more time before bed. Another message from that unknown number. **Unknown: Tomorrow will be better. Promise.** I don't believe them. But I save the number anyway.

“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?

Z: "It's okay. As long as you're safe." Z: "If tonight doesn't work, how about tomorrow?" Z: "Same place. I'll be by the window waiting for you."

It took me a while to decide to speak because I almost scratched Artiana's POV "Young lady." "It's time to wake up, young lady." "Young lady, wake up." I blinked several times before sitting on my bed, "Why are you waking me up this early?" I looked around, my eyes landed on the open window. It's still dark. "You need to prepare." I looked at the maid's eyes but she avoided my gaze, oh well as always. "Yeah right," I leaned on my bed's headboard looking at my luggage. "Are they asleep?" I asked referring to the King and Queen.

"Yea- we- we are. We will get going for now." "Yes you may. But don't forget, we will meet here again. Tomorrow." ……. ……. ……. …….. ……… ……… ……… …….. ……. ……… ……… ……….. ………. ……….. ………