Lines Between Us Novels & Stories

A group of girls asked and I chuckled "Ne." "Can we take a picture?" One of them asked and I nodded. Suddenly they dragged me to the river side and there's so many candles. It forms a line. "I think we can't take here since there's som-" Suddenly Justin Bieber- Somebody played revealing Sky at the end of the line. All the girls are gone and how it can be that fast. He smiled and sing the song while walking to me inside the line. He smiled and winked at me which is causing me to laughed so hard. He continue to sing and the song is really sweet. When he's in front me, he hold my hand and I can't help to let out tears.

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

She looked at me for a minute as if contemplating the situation, "Fine! But if we get caught and suspended, you're responsible for that!" "Yeah, okay. I'll be responsible," I waved it off. We crept into the bushes with the paint and the rods. If someone were to see us, they'd be thinking we had gone mad. I made a mental note to never include Claire in revenge plans. As we hid in the bushes of the parking lot near to Jesse's bike, Claire complained about ants and spiders. She complained about her hair getting caught in the bushes. She irritated the hell out of me and I was tempted to shove the rod in my hand down her throat.

I guess didn’t think it mattered. Leon: Are you serious? I didn’t think I had to spell it out, because since we’ve been intimate, you’ve always been on something. Leon: How could you be so careless? Leon: Why did you even stop? Charity: I think it was giving me hormonal acnes. Leon: That’s your excuse? Acne is better than being PREGNANT. For God’s sake. Charity: Should I get some tests? Just to be sure. Leon: Obviously. Get a few different brands and bring them over. We’ll confirm together.

“You didn’t give me much choice. They wanted a message delivered. I will deliver it.” My skin prickled. A message? “What message?” Damon asked. His tone had an edge I’d never heard before — sharp, dangerous. The man stepped closer. I couldn’t hear everything, but I caught pieces. “…not supposed to get involved…” “…she’s just a girl…” “…you cross the line, Romero, you’ll regret it…” Romero. My breath caught. Damon’s last name. I leaned forward without thinking, and my foot snapped a twig.

"Let's start with an IV and get you stable. We can talk more about your treatment later." I lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Seven years together… We had gone to the beach to pick up seashells, listened to the waves at night. Climbed snowy mountains for five hours just to see the peaks showered in gold at sunrise. But most days, we were just at home. Zach would cut up a plate of fruit and pour two glasses of fruit juice. We would curl up on the couch, listening to each other breathe, getting impatient at the couples in the TV drama for their painfully slow romance.

Elara’s carefully built defenses bristled, yet a reckless, treacherous part of her leaned toward the heat in his tone. She forced herself to shift the conversation, to anchor it in safer waters. “So that’s your tactic, blur the lines until I can’t tell if we’re negotiating contracts or… something else.” Damon’s eyes held hers, unflinching. “I don’t blur lines, Elara. I erase them.” The air between them tightened, charged, until the clatter of a nearby table briefly snapped her back. She exhaled slowly, steadying herself. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

He looks at me. "That is my line." "I know. I stole it." "You cannot steal a line. Lines are not property." "Then I borrowed it." "With interest?" "With interest." He almost smiles. I almost laugh. We sit on the edge of the bed. The window looks out at the parking lot. The trees are gold. The sky is grey. The world is fine. --- That night, we walk. There is no sidewalk. Just the road. Just the shoulder. Just the two of us and the dark and the stars.

The four of us tangled together from the night before. Underneath it was a message from an unknown number. Interesting night. How much is your privacy worth?

The divorce papers were placed on the table between us, it was a white paper, a black ink and final words. I looked at my name printed neatly at the bottom of the page ‘Ava Blackwood’ and felt an odd sense of separation like I was looking at someone else’s life ending instead of my own.