Let's Pretend We Don't Exist Novels & Stories

I hesitated, which he immediately noticed. “What’s wrong?” “My parents are out of town,” I said slowly. “I kind of promised them I wouldn’t do anything reckless.” My words immediately made his expression drop. It wasn’t dramatic, but just enough to see the disappointment in his eyes. “Oh.” I felt guilt twist in my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go, it was just.. I had promised. “It’s just for five days,” I quickly added. “I don’t want to mess it up.”

I don’t know when reality will come knocking again, reminding us that this was never supposed to feel this real but for this one, little moment, I'm willing to pretend. I'm willing to let myself be held. And maybe for now, that's enough.

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

I reached for my phone one last time without thinking. Still nothing. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing. I slipped it back into my pocket. Maybe this was what moving on was supposed to feel like. If it was… It sucked.

Only if I could bring the happiness back both in his life and in the mansion. I know, I can't. So, I pretend. I pretend that she is still there out somewhere in the world, living her life and one day I would find her. I pretend that one day her laughter would echo between these dead walls of the mansion. I pretend that one day the people in this mansion would laugh. I pretend that this is not the end of the world. I pretend that this is not the end of the my world.

Today, I just laugh at the situation. Today he doesn't come Today he doesn't come. Not tomorrow, not the day after. He did not die. It's still alive, it just doesn't come. Still alive for the world, for yourself and to 7.5 billion possibilities. But come? Do not come. It doesn't matter how many times search for your number in the contact list. It doesn't matter how many times open your profile picture. It doesn't matter, he doesn't come. that is not love

I'll just have to find a way to explain it. "Um…. Well, it's….. It's a new game I came up with. It's called pretend. And we're going to start playing the game as soon as we arrive at our destination. While we're there, you'll pretend to be someone else's daughter and I'll pretend like I'm not your mother in front of everybody else but when we're in the room, we won't play the game. You mustn't tell anyone about our game and no one should find out we are mother and daughter or else you'll lose the game. You want to win the game, right?" I asked, amazed at how quickly my brain had come up with that.

he said angrily. -"Everything you said is just speculation and not reality. I'm really sorry to disappoint you, but as I told you before, your expectations were very high from the beginning" I reasoned. - "But ...but the bond...the mates' thing...you know..... it... can do anything. It can do ... wonders!" he exclaimed disappointingly.

The loud chatter of the coffee shop faded into a low buzz in my ears as the heavy weight of his words crashed down onto my shoulders. My exhausted brain short-circuited and I forgot how to formulate a rational lie to cover up the undeniable truth shining in that photograph. I desperately wanted to deny the terrifying feelings growing inside my chest so I grabbed the very first excuse that popped into my frantic mind. "N-no, it is just a fake contract!" I blurted out while shaking my head frantically from side to side. The words hung in the warm air between us and a heavy silence fell over our small corner table.

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.