Maybe This Time Mga Nobela at Kwento

Unknown POV I lost track of time while I burned cigarette stick after stick. The once dark sky is now preparing for a new day. I walk slowly away from the window feeling cranky from lack of sleep and stiff from staying in position for too long. It's a new day and I'm really excited about what I planned on doing today, I really hope it goes well. The loud ringing of my phone had me stopped surprised. "isn't it kinda early" "what do you want?" I asked into the phone clearly not in the mood to handle the person on the other end.

I can feel the warmth of him like a second layer of air. For a second, I imagine leaning forward. Just once to see if it still feels the same. The thought hits me fully formed and dangerous: Maybe one last time would fix it. Maybe if I let it happen again, properly, deliberately, then it would lose its power. Maybe it would turn into something ordinary instead of this sharp, humming thing under my skin. Like popping a blister instead of walking on it. The idea scares me because it does not sound like a bad idea at all.

I asked, raising my voice because the music was too loud. "Y-Yeah. I mean Jason told me it starts at six. Actually, don't ask me, I am confused too," I continued to stare at her with folded arm, to which she shot me back a look which spoke, 'Don't give me that look. We are in the same boat'. Sulking, I just stood there, not knowing what to do next. "Why can't we just join in? It's okay, no big deal. Maybe he made a mistake?"

"As for what you had to swallow over West Harbor, I'll make it up to you." "Three days from now, go down to the Underground. There's a piece of open territory there. I'll put it under your name." The Underground? Suddenly I found it funny. As funny as these ten years of a love that couldn't see the light of day. I was quiet for a while before I said, "I'm not going." Julian's brow creased. "What did you say?" "I said I'm not going." His face darkened. "Elena, an opportunity this good is sitting right in front of you, and you won't even fight for it?"

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

Aiden raised his left eyebrow at her. “Care to share the joke?” He asked, still lifting his eyebrow. Clara simply waved him off. “As I was saying before you rudely interrupted. Unfortunately for both of us, we badly have to make the marriage work. It is his our best interest. Also, I’ll be overjoyed if the media doesn’t find out you would prefer me six feet under.”

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

I guess it's going to take time for me to adjust. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

‎ ‎And this time— ‎ ‎I wasn't ready. ‎

By Ignas, this wasn't good. Was there a way, the Moon could possibly be pulled closer? Was there a way to tamper with time? Was that even possible?