Long Time No Sea Novels & Stories

And now she realized how dangerous that was. She had spent fourteen years wanting him to come back. She had imagined what she would say. What she would ask. What she would feel. She had never imagined having to wonder whether the person she'd waited for could be part of the reason everything had happened. Daniel moved farther into the tunnel. “We need to keep going.” Jason nodded. “How long is this tunnel?” “Not far.” They continued. The passage was narrow enough that they had to walk in a line. Miyaka went first.

The road feels longer than ever. The coastal town was a world away from the floodlights and roaring crowds that had defined his life for so long. Gray waves crashed against jagged rocks below the rented house—a small, weathered cottage perched on a cliffside overlook, its whitewashed walls peeling from years of salt spray and relentless wind. The air always smelled of brine and damp wood, the horizon endless and gray on most days, broken only by the occasional fishing boat cutting a slow path across the water. No phone signal most days. No internet. No news. Only the sound of the sea and his own breathing.

“A long time meaning—” “As long as there is,” Dante said. Elian met his gaze, held it. “As long as there is,” he repeated. “Yes,” Dante said. The October morning continued its patient work around them. The breeze shifted the leaves of the cork trees with a sound like a whispering sea. The Atlantic stretched to the horizon, eternal and unchanged. Two years had passed, building a life of quiet density, of attention given and received. It would take far longer to fully understand what they had begun here. And they had, between them, all the time available to try.

I looked at the gray sky outside the window and said, "Let's meet." Half an hour later, I waited for him at the West Harbor docks. I knew this place too well. Well enough that with my eyes closed I could tell you which shipping line led where, and which warehouse used to belong to whom. The sea wind was cold. I leaned against the railing and lit a cigarette. The smoke had barely scattered on the wind before I heard footsteps behind me. "Elena." I turned around. The instant I saw Julian, I was taken aback. In just half a month, he'd grown thinner.

Not only was Eric immersed in guilt and self-blame, but he had also lost all the vitality in him. “President, it’s been days. The company needs you to finalize some matters. Why don’t you go back first? I’ll inform you immediately of any news here.” Mitchell did not dare to mention that a regular person would drown to death if stranded at sea for less than an hour. It had already been almost four days, yet nothing had been found. There was a large possibility that Nicole was no longer in this world... There were carnivorous fish everywhere in the ocean. Even if there was a corpse, it would not be found.

He looks totally out of it. “Where’s he going?” “Looks like the beach.” “How long ago?” “Twenty-two minutes.” “Got any shots of the beach?” “Just the entrance.” He clicks, showing Eriq entering but not leaving. Twenty minutes is plenty of time for trouble, like getting swept out to sea. I’ve got to find him.

“Will you?! She cried in skin piercing pain, ignoring my question. I attempted to pour another drop “Stop! I’ll do what you want. Please, get that thing away from me. “I will once the pearl is done. Make it in Liam Javeline’s name… Lexa’s P Being in the sea was no fun. I was patient for the past hours but not anymore. Elliot couldn’t put it on turbo speed or the submarine would breakdown. “When will we reach? “Give me five minutes. It’s hard to see anything in these deep waters.

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

No one in Navarino could go head-to-head with the Fontana family now. Once everything was settled, Cesare immediately bought a plane ticket to Ressonia, heading straight to the place where I was. By then, I'd already spent over a year in Ressonia. When I first came to this foreign country, I couldn't find a job and had to live off my savings. But I was utterly captivated by Ressonia's snow-capped mountains. I decided to give up looking for work in the city of Damarn. Instead, I built myself a luxurious log cabin halfway up the mountain.