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"But the wedding can't happen for at least two months. We have to wait until after Piper's twenty-fifth birthday." His tone made marriage sound like charity, and even in the future he reluctantly offered me, Piper still came first. I looked at him and laughed, making surprise cross his face. Then I said, one word at a time, "I won't apologize for something I didn't do. "And I am getting married tomorrow." Cole was furious. His expression darkened instantly. "I gave you an easy way out, and you refused it. Don't blame me when your wedding has no groom tomorrow.

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Today, I'll suffer. I'll endure. I'll cry. Tomorrow will be difficult. Tomorrow, I'll embrace my pain. I'll pick up the pieces and build myself up again. I'll be back tomorrow.

I don’t look at the unread text still sitting in our thread. I just whisper to the dark, “Please let tomorrow make sense.”

Curious. But tomorrow, they would understand everything. Tomorrow, our worlds would become one. Tomorrow… history would be rewritten.

Today was ours. And whatever tomorrow brings, we'll face it. Together. Like drowning. Like breathing. Like both.

Very little. I keep going. All night long. For him. For us. For tomorrow. ---

Tomorrow, we rebuild. Again.

I'm working for a better future, I'm positive and keeping my fingers crossed that some day, my hard work will definitely pay off. Opening I*******m, I scroll throw the feeds and like a few photos. My mind tempts me to check Blackwool's account just incase they posted something about Marisa's mom. Just the old stuff come up, so I close the app and busy myself with watching funny videos on f******k. Tomorrow, I'll have my man back and everything will feel right again.

Sarah read. “Yes. There we can ride in the Car of Tomorrow— a brand new vehicle they call the Mustang—upon the Road of Tomorrow." Tracing the path of the half mile spiraling road of reinforced concrete paved with non-skid Monocork, she elaborated. "It passes through part of the pavilion, circling the exterior garden. It's the highest view of the fairgrounds from any pavilion here. Inside, they have a wonderful exhibit with graphics that show how things we take from the soil are made through industry into the things we use in our lives.” “It sounds as though you’ve already seen it.” Sarah sounded disappointed.