Novel & Cerita Leaving Time

Natalie realized that Yvonne was worried she might cave, so she cleared her throat and gave her a solemn reassurance, saying, "You can rest assured that any feelings I had for Lester died four years ago, Yvonne." Yvonne let out a sigh of relief after hearing Natalie's response, then reminded her to get some rest before leaving the hotel. Natalie, exhausted from the long-haul flight, fell into a deep sleep that lasted until the following morning. She woke up and checked the time, only to realize that the scheduled meeting between Allen and Starlight Media was fast approaching. She hurriedly got ready and headed straight to the meeting location. … Lester sat in the conference room at Starlight

Freaking two months! I need to get out of here before the wedding day. Damn it! I don't have much time. I need to work more, cause building back the whole machine right from the scratch isn't a joke. Thank heavens, I have most of the equipment. Also, I need the find out the exact coordinates which would take me back home.

He hits his forehead lightly and traces his palm downwards the back of his head, exhaling deeply. "Damn! I had forgotten that you'd be leaving", he says. "That's fine. You have too much work" "Yeah. But still, okay— when are you leaving? I mean— what time?" I can't get convinced by his tone. He seems to be off, lost, and suddenly apprehensive. "Around four", I tell him. "It'll be a long way so" "Okay!" He shakes his head. "Anything wrong, Kane?" I ask him.

There isn’t much time left. But now… it was gone.

29 September 1272 Tuesday This, the last semester is slowly coming to an end, which means if we're close to the end, it's exam time. Exam time means studying and a lot of it. It's been over two weeks, Levi has come to my room however I had to tell him to leave, unfortunately. Having to focus on studying. It broke my heart to see how excited he was and then to see him turn cold once I told him I needed some alone time. Today is different, today I have time. I open my room door, excited to see Levi but my heart sinks as he is nowhere to be found.

You don’t want it to stop. That’s what I felt, when I had him next to me again. “I missed this,” he stated. “Me too,” I whispered. Then he turned me around by the rhythm of the melody. “What did you want to tell me?” I asked, as I connected my hands with his again. “Peanut, I’m leaving,” he said softly and sadly. “W-what?” I asked, not believing his words. “I’m leaving. I have two choices, though. But they depend on you. Come at 5:50 a.m. to the airport. My plane is leaving at 6 a.m..”

"Hahaha, alright... I won't take overtime today. I'm so worried, huh!" "Yeah, who's always making plans to leave the office but never shows up even after an hour of waiting at the agreed location? Damn, I'm being played!" Amanda cursed. "Well, I forgot that we're from different ranks. You're a manager, and I'm just a regular staff. The regular staff's leaving time depends on whether there's overtime, Amanda." Lea tried to defend herself. She often forgot about it, making Amanda wait about an hour before Lea arrived at their meeting place.

Standing there and watching her disappear through the exit, it feels like she’s leaving me for good, but that’s the price I have to pay. I spent the rest of the night meeting people and making sure to leave thirty minutes after Sean did. I let the rental car pick me up after. “Take me to Jack's brother's Hotel.” I tell the driver and settle down on my seat, glancing over the watch banded around my wrist to see the time. 11:17 PM.

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

There was no time to make him dinner. Still, I nodded. I could change my flight to 10 p.m. and let that meal be my last goodbye.