If I Wake Up Tomorrow Will You Still Be Here Novels & Stories

Esmeralda never has to see him. I never have to wonder. Me:No. She needs this. Marcus: Are you sure? Me: No. But I'm doing it anyway. Marcus:You're a better man than me. Me:Or a stupider one. Marcus: Probably both. Try to sleep. Tomorrow will come either way. I put the phone down. Look at Esmeralda sleeping beside me. And I think: Tomorrow will come. And either she comes back to me. Or she doesn't.

He knows I am capable. "When I wake up—will you be gone?" "I leave early," he says. "I'll try not to wake you."

I turn off my phone and takes a deep breathe. Tomorrow, I will get up again. Tomorrow, I will keep going. I will walk away from this place. I will make sure of that. But tonight, I will still let myself to cry again for the last time.

I think we just stayed there—me, curled up in my big, glossy apartment with takeout containers on my coffee table, and him, probably still wearing the same boots he wore when he hugged me goodbye. Eventually, he said, “You gonna be okay tonight?” “I think so.” “You don’t sound sure.” “I’ll get through it.” I ran my finger along the rim of my champagne glass. “I’m just… wishing you were here.” “I’d be there if I could.” He meant it. I could hear it in every word. “I know.” “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said softly. “If you’re not too busy.” “I’ll always have time for you.” Another pause. Another beat.

"Go. You still have work to do tomorrow." How could I sleep? I walked over and squatted in front of her. "You haven't slept yet. How can I sleep?"

"Are you sure that you don't need more days to put your things in order?" "We leave tomorrow, or the deal is off." "I'll book the flight myself."

“I've been asking questions without any response, don't worry we will figure things out.” “Yeah, sure,” I itched my head. “So what were you asking?” “I was asking if I should dish out the food now?” “Yes please.” His rigid back faced me as he disappeared into the kitchen and I couldn't help but think about how tomorrow will be. Tomorrow will determine a lot of things in our lives. I can bet my life on that.

this time, his chuckle is real, and I feel glad to be able to provide him with a distraction in this terrible situation. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” I say. “Tomorrow?” He sounds taken aback. “The service,” I clarify. “Oh, right. Good night, Willow.” “Good night, mate.” Another chuckle.

“Tomorrow can wait.” I smiled faintly, my eyes fluttering shut. “Only if you’re still here when I wake.” “Always,” he promised. And for that night — under the hush of the lake and the soft hum of the fire — I let myself believe it.

"Raven, I miss you. Can we just sit down and talk?" "Okay, what about tomorrow morning?" "Yes, tomorrow morning is fine. I will see you then."