My Numbered Days Of Happiness Novels & Stories

Begrudgingly, I opened my phone and saw that it was a message from an unsaved American number. As soon as I started perusing the message, I instantly sat up. “Hi, baby. How have you been? Happy what should have been our third anniversary today. I am really glad I finally got your new number. I miss you and I really wish you can give me a second chance. Let's try again, please? Your love, Kade.”

Chapter 95: On a good Saturday. Day 32/365 VICKY I woke up with a jolt, my heart was filled with so much joy of a child anticipating santa and christmas present, For a second, I didn’t even know why I felt so energized… then i reached for my calendar to track my dates ,Today was day 32 out of 365. I sat up, reached for my diary, and scribbled in bold letters: “Day 32/365 — I have a plan.”

Dignified about it as he could manage. I reached for the phone. Unknown number. A single message. I opened it. ~ Sooner your happiness will turn into a mourn.

The silence after the gunshot was worse than the gunshot itself. I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door. My fingers were still curled around the photograph Luca had given me. My mother. Alive. The thought refused to settle in my mind. It kept circling. Alive. Alive. Alive. Another sound came from somewhere outside. Not a gunshot this time. A shout. Then several hurried footsteps. I flinched. My eyes moved toward the door. Luca had told me not to open it.

— Tamarak — Seven hundred and fifty-nine days. I haven’t seen the sun or the moon since, but I feel it, every time the sun sets, every time it rises. I’ve counted. Seven hundred and fifty-nine days since they took me. I’ve seen many come and go, I’ve seen a few die. I’ve trusted the wrong one, now I pay the price. I thought I had grown desensitised to all those that would come through, all those that had their life shattered like mine.

"Seven like the number?" Seven nods as he carries the bag of groceries for me towards the lift. "Yea... Seven like the number. And just so you know, Seven is a lucky number." "I've heard that before..." His green eyes sparkle. "And what actually made my mom call me Seven is because I was born on the seventh day of the seventh month." "7th July?" Seven nods. "Gee! Sorry for being so awkward on the first day... Blame it on being born a writer."

And even though the maids made fun of me, I looked forward to see them. Because I was SO lonely. I was so so lonely. How many days did I have left? Day 12 It was today, wasn’t it? The gala? I asked the maids. The smirked. But it was. I’d been keeping track. Or were my days all mixed up. No. It was today. Wasn’t it? Why was I so confused? I shook my head. It had been 12 days. Or had it only been 11? I…I wasn’t really sure anymore.

Habit. May 27th. Day 52. 13 days. No ritual. No “just us. Still.” Just us. Just ready.

Talk to me. Day 24 I said I hate you but I lied. I love you. I will always love you Mr Calum Dissick. Day 25 It’s a few days to your release. You started a countdown on Instaagram. I hope the song is a success and all your dreams come true. Day 26 I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re as happy in real life as you are in your pictures. You look good. I like the picture from yesterday. Day 27

For some, this is what self actualization means as illustrated in Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. I’ve seen people reach this milestone when they turn 30. Me? Well I’m still pretty famous for my age. My status? I have no intention to figure it out anymore. Was I married? Did I get a divorce? To whom have I been building a house for? People often think the rich and the powerful go through life easily. I tell you, that’s a lie. Some often think that money is the only way to be happy. When I was a boy that was what I think of because I thought happiness comes only with shiny things… at least before I met this certain person. I didn’t think that happiness could also come from annoying things. Like