It's Time To Leave Novels & Stories

I nod quickly “When do we have to leave?” “If we leave immediately, we might make it back around lunchtime.”

I'd just set the table and was about to eat when Jerry came out of the bathroom, holding his phone up. "I talked to George. You're off today. Make me a new sleep aid pillow—exactly like the last one—by 6:00 pm." His tone left no room for argument.

' They all nod in agreement, before Leroy asks, 'When's this happening? When do we leave?' 'Tomorrow, before dawn.' Elias states, as again they nod.

“Then we provide our truth and leave anyway. We are not responsible for solving every crisis. Not anymore.” I wanted to argue. Wanted to point out all the ways this could go wrong, all the reasons we might need to stay, all the guilt that would come if we left while things were still unstable. But Riven was right. We couldn’t keep sacrificing our peace for everyone else’s chaos. At some point, we had to choose ourselves. “Okay,” I said. “We go back. We tell the truth. We leave. That’s the plan.” “You’re sure?” “No. But I’m willing to try.” I stood. “When do we leave?”

“Uhm, I just forgot the time when we’re leaving,” said Eden, while looking at a shirtless, sweaty Bennett, who was now facing her. As Bennett stepped closer and closer to her, Eden felt her breathing getting stuck in her throat but managed to remain emotionless. Finally, he reached the door and opened it wider to talk to her. Eden struggled to keep her eyes fixated on his face only, no matter how appealing the rest of his body seemed. “I think I told you last night,” said Bennett, panting. “At 9:30, but we have to leave at 8, so be ready.” Bennett turned around and walked toward the weight sets. “Close the door on your way back.”

he said, nervously. "good, then we leave in two days time" Ty's said in a voice which does not leave room for argument.

But he was going to find it really weird. We were supposed to leave soon, I checked the time and it was last three pm, Adam was not still speaking to me, so I was not sure he was not going to come over to where I was. And I was not interested in actually making anyone late. So I decided to call everything out. I squeezed dads hands, and stood up. Automatically, we knew it was time to say our final goodbyes.

she started, “you need to be ready to leave… soon… very soon.” “Finally, it’s game time bitch.”

Draven asked, leaning forward. “We have no more time to waste,” Mr. Percival replied, his voice heavy with finality. “We’re leaving as early as tomorrow morning.” Zeda’s heart plummeted, lodging itself in her throat. Tomorrow?