If I Wake Up Tomorrow Will You Still Be Here Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That’s fine by me when am i coming to pick you?” Ok that question rendered me speechless for sometime. I didn’t want to leave alex but i didn’t want to stay here either. I was scared. “Tomorrow…. Come tomorrow“.

Then I saw the picture again, and it still hurts. I tried to think about all the possible ways, when I remembered his words "hello, baby! I will be late tonight so you don't have to wait for me" maybe he was not talking about this, but his work. that's right, he is busy with his work, I have to check that to make sure and I know he won't do that with another world, the next day we did it. I opened his schedule and started to check but to my surprise, there is nothing now. He doesn't have any work but yet, he will be late?!

The Night Before That night, I lay awake, my mind racing with thoughts of tomorrow. Phoenix's words echoed in my mind: "Forever, my love." I smiled, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. Tomorrow, our bond would be sealed, our hearts eternally linked. I drifted off to sleep, visions of our future dancing through my mind.

“I will bring this shirt tomorrow. Stay here for the night. Since no one had come till now, I am sure no one would come. This place is aloof. If possible I will bring food for you for dinner.” --- Your feedback is important to me and it keeps me going. So please don't forget to leave a review and share your thoughts.

“We just… we need to talk about what’s going to happen tomorrow.” And just like that, the mood shifts. I nod, rolling to his side and pulling him into my arms. He’s still my best friend. The one I’ve wanted for years. And if he’s hurting—I’m going to hold him through it. “You could find your mate tomorrow,” he says quietly. “I could,” I agree. “And I’d be left here… with all these feelings. And you’d be—gone. I mean, we’d still be friends but… this?” He swallows. “This would be over.”

“Don’t worry, you will find out tomorrow.” Dread filled my insides. Now there was no way I’d be able to close my eyes

he asked. I swallowed. The question landed because it was simple. “Yes,” I said. “I do.” Noah nodded once. “Good,” he said. “Then don’t let her make you doubt it tomorrow.” Tomorrow. Always tomorrow. The doorbell didn’t ring that night. The intercom didn’t buzz. The quiet was a gift we didn’t deserve and took anyway. But just before bed, my phone buzzed one last time. Unknown. A single line: “Tomorrow, I bring the crowd.”

“No. He knows how to contact me or where to find me. He’s the one who left. I’m sure if he still loves me, he knows his way back to me.” “Okay, babe. Sleep tight.” She walked to the door. “Thanks.” I turned off the phone because tomorrow would be a big day. And day one without Mad.

"This doesn't change a thing. This is over tomorrow. Tell me you'll be on that road. Tell me that tomorrow night I'll fall asleep with you in my arms." "I'll do what's best, Nox. That's all I can promise."

"Well, one of the staff will be absent for the evening shift, are you available tomorrow evening?" Evening? It's Tuesday tomorrow. That implies I'll be visiting Mr Martinez's home. What do I do now? "Yeah. I'm free tomorrow evening." "Okay. You may leave now." "Thank you, Becky."