Novel & Cerita If I Wake Up Tomorrow Will You Still Be Here

I whispered, rising. “Tomorrow, I come.”

“Tomorrow, Adrian. You’ll have no choice but to stay.” ***

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise." "Tomorrow then." "Tomorrow." ***

I'll pick you up tomorrow so you can get your stuffs. He walked to the door and turned before opening it. "And tomorrow, you'll tell me what you've decided to do. Remember, you'll be in a hell on Earth. Peace." He stepped in, leaving me SPEECHLESS. I hate you Ace! I hate you!

Maybe I can live. Not just survive. Maybe I can want tomorrow. I whisper it into the quiet room, just for myself. “I’m still here.” And for the first time, it doesn’t sound like a question.

Prolog Suami istri lagi menikmati kemah di malam hari. Suami minta istrinya bercerita kehidupan sebelum mereka bertemu. Istri pun menceritakan semuanya dan bab selanjutnya akan jadi flashback kehidupan si istri. Bab 1

I yelled out. I thought I still had a few days. How could it be tomorrow?

"We'll be back tomorrow." "Don't leave. Please." ◇

Tomorrow is going to be the kind of loud that the world has been for four days, and the kind of loud that the world is going to be for a long time. But tomorrow is also going to have Aiden in it. Tomorrow is going to have Lincoln in it. Tomorrow is going to have the small, quiet, real version of a man in a hoodie, in a kitchen, in a small Silverlake apartment, who is going to text me at 11:14 p.m. and tell me he is alive. Tomorrow is going to have a kiss in a hallway in it. Tomorrow, he is going to have a small grey dog asleep on his back in it. Tomorrow is going to have a candle lit in it. For the first time in months, tomorrow is not something to survive.

“I know. Why’s your heart beating so fast?” I snuggled into him. “I guess I’m scared you won’t be here tomorrow morning and I would have imagined this.” “Of course, I’ll be here.” He tightened his hold on me. “I’ll always be here.” I yawned. “Get some rest mate. I’m not leaving.” “Okay,” I mumbled. *** I woke up and I was alone in the bed. “Crap,” I sat up quickly. He said he wouldn’t leave now where is he? The sun beamed against the curtains. I’m late. Mom’s going to kill me! The house is awake and breakfast is probably underway.