May We Meet Again Novels & Stories

"I'll spend the rest of my life making up for my mistakes. "Until you forgive me." With that, he turned around, walked step by step off the stage, and left in a daze.

Up to the moment of his death, someone heard him murmur, "I'll do it again. In my next life, I'll make the right choice. Julia, my dear daughter, don't you think so?" He then shut his eyes forever. Who knew if he could have another chance again? I sighed. I had planned on replying to Simon. However, I could not find the words, and I could not form a sentence. In the end, I gave up. After I switched the phone off, I saw a familiar face reflected on the dark screen. A man stood behind me. He patted my shoulder gently and asked, "Hey, Captain, don't you have anyone to call?"

he sighed heavily, the weight of his words evident in his voice. "I met her during a business meeting outside of New York. It was an unconventional introduction, as she accidentally spilled food on my shirt." Alex chuckled, but the laughter held a hint of anguish and sorrow. "And then, fate brought us together again in New York. Her name was Sarah Micheline, and we kept crossing paths unexpectedly."

Jacob just nods his head and answers but he looks unsatisfied with her answers. She pouted. :3 After some seconds, the elevator tings and it opens. they both went out and walk quickly towards the meeting room of the Marketing department. When Jacob sat down on the chair, the meeting started. NATHAN was in the high mountain in a dreamland where he was often there. He's just staring at the trees and the big fall in front of him. He sighed with so much pain. "If I could only come back to reality," he whispered and a tear escaped from his eyes.

"Don't forget to go through the documents that were released today." "No, problem," Susan answered. "Should we meet again tomorrow?" Carlo asked. I shook my head. "Nope. I'll be busy." "You should say something when you're free." "I will. Anyway, it was nice meeting you guys." "It's been a while since we met like this." Thomas added on. "Well, school's opening in less than two months so we have to put ourselves together." "I still haven't done my holiday assignment but I'll probably get it done before we enter next month."

“Then tell me… what am I supposed to do?” “If you really want to see me,” I said after a long pause, my voice steady, “go and get that burial plot I told you to buy. We’ll meet there one last time.” The day we agreed to meet, the sky was dark with clouds. The burial plot Isaac had purchased was located on the outskirts of the city. The surroundings were peaceful, lined with tall pine trees swaying gently in the wind. This was the only respect I could give the child who never had the chance to come into this world.

I knew I was lying, but I just had to say something. He gave a deep sigh, "I know you're busy, and I don't expect you to inconvenience yourself by coming to this man's party." "Then you'll come to see me for Thanksgiving, right?" I asked hopeful they would come. "We won't. Just the way you've decided never to step foot in that town again, so also have we decided to stop celebrating Thanksgiving and Christmas and new year in San Francisco when we have a functioning house. We accepted your choice so please accept us. We'll be having Thanksgiving at our place, you are free to come and if you can't we promise to take pictures and send them to you. You could even do a video call if you want to...

I responded almost in a whisper, "Yeah?" "My mum wants to meet you. She is returning tomorrow. Is it ok if we meet her this Saturday?" I looked at him in spite of myself. His gray eyes looked at me expectantly. He wanted me to meet his mum? This feels like he is taking his would-be partner to meet his family. My heart started beating wildly. I could only utter, "Your mum?"

I need tо see hеr again. Wе’vе been mееtіng fоr соffее аnd lunсh for the last fеw mоnthѕ. Just gеttіng to knоw each оthеr. It feels so right, and аt the same time, there аrе ѕо mаnу bаrrіеrѕ іn our way. We’ve agreed mоrе than once nоt tо mееt аgаіn, out оf respect for Blаkе, but the соnnесtіоn bеtwееn us is undеnіаblе.

Just as I managed to regain a semblance of composure, my phone buzzed, interrupting the silence of the room. Cameron's name lit up the screen, and without hesitation, I opened his message. "Well, I know it’s too early to ask, but is there a chance that we can meet again?" Without a second thought, I replied, "I was thinking the same thing. Let's meet again." ***