Many Summers Later Gravity Falls Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then, the ground didn't just shake—it surrendered. The ancient stone of the dais, cracked and overcharged by the First Flame, began to disintegrate beneath us. A roar of shifting earth drowned out the wind as the center of the circle collapsed. We weren't just falling; the earth was swallowing us both, pulling the two anchors of this new power into its dark, cool depths. Gravity became a suggestion. The air rushed past us, smelling of damp earth and old magic. "Aella!" Sol’s voice was a jagged tear in the dark.

Then, came the clink of glasses. “I heard you haven’t touched Summer in seven years. Why are you holding out on a beauty like that?” “Are you crazy? Everyone in our circle knows that John only sleeps with virgins. No matter how pretty Summer is, she’s been tainted by someone else. How could she compare to you? At least you are innocent.” Anna let out a shy, coquettish protest. A chill ran through my entire body. Even my hands began to tremble. It felt as though I had been dragged back to the darkest moment of my life, the memory I tried hardest never to think about.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

So much has happened in the last fourteen years. I lifted my cell, looked for his number and opened a text to him. I am sorry I didn’t remember you, Kyson. I remember now. We hung out a lot every summer for three years X I set my phone aside and open my laptop, bringing up a blank document. It is time to get into writer’s mode.