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

he raised an eyebrow, "never think about divorce, do you understand?" "So, since we have already started, we can never turn back. Even if it's wrong, we have to be wrong for a lifetime." After speaking, he smiled softly at her, "If you don't come today, we still have tomorrow. If you find an excuse to slip away tomorrow, there's still the day after tomorrow. Of course, you won't have that chance with me. You can choose to sleep on the sofa, or if you want me to come and carry you over."

I pushed off the door and went to wash the glasses and my phone buzzed on the counter. Jason. Just checking you’re okay. I looked at that for a moment and smiled despite myself and typed back. I’m okay. More than okay. He replied almost immediately. Good. Then after a second. Tomorrow is Edmund. I know. I’ll be there. I put my phone down and looked at my apartment. My quiet real mine apartment. I felt the full weight of everything tomorrow was going to be. Then I went to bed and didn’t lie awake.

Wondering what tomorrow would bring. At dawn, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. One last message. Tomorrow changes everything. Win or lose. Live or die. We’ll be watching.

If, if Chance was strong enough to survive what was coming. Tomorrow. We'd know tomorrow. One way or another. Tomorrow would, would answer all the ifs. All the questions. All the, all the uncertainty. Tomorrow. Just, just one more day. One more night. One more, one more chance to hold him. Love him. Hope he'd make it. Tomorrow. And then, and then we'd know.What

"Sweet, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight" With that, he left. "Goodnight", I responded. Wait, hold up! Is it a date?

“I love you too. Now sleep, little mate. Dream about me buried inside you—because tomorrow night, I won’t have to leave before dawn.” At the window he paused, glancing back with that half-smirk. “Sleep well.” Then he was gone. I lay there, still trembling, staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow. After three long years, tomorrow everything would change.

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.

While leaving, he said," Don't forget about my party, you got selected and I'm leaving tomorrow night, so we should totally celebrate." I nod and then tried sleeping . I have a feeling tomorrow is gonna be so tiresome because of the second round and Justin leaving. *_*

"Be there when I wake up; I keep feeling like you will abandon me; I don’t know where that feeling is coming from—that's why I came all the way here. I know the anxiety might be misplaced and-” "I'll be there when you wake up; it's my cafe, right?" "Right."

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