Novel & Cerita My Three Thousand Years To The Sky

Cerise thinks, Desperate to see her only star among the red, dark sky. The morning comes, and the sky remains blood-colored. Joy-I weeps like a child, far from the mature image she always puts on. Yzander and the doctor stood at the corner, as suspicious as ever. Halo and Nicholas struggle to keep sleeping, as the murmurs and crying stop them from doing so.

“I hope we can still love each other for a long, long time…” Matthew looked at her in surprise, unable to say a word as she stopped walking and turned to him, gently grasping both of his hands. “Mattie…” she said softly. “If we can still be together twelve years from now… If we’re still together by that time… “When we turn 30, let’s go somewhere far away. To the beach, maybe, and then we’ll sit on the sand, waiting for the sun to set, waiting for the stars to appear at night. Then, if there’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish. Let’s make sure to never be apart.”

I watch my brown flats take steps across the glossy white tiles, pulling my weekend bag behind me as I check my phone for the fourth time. Thank god I'm back on flat land; sitting for thirteen hours, at thirty thousand feet above the ground, is long enough. If only Gabe was here because I'm stuck with a five-hour transit at Terminal 3, Singapore Changi Airport while I wait to go sky high again.

Oh well, she did say she wanted a bunch of kids! So that’s the story of how I ended up touring Europe for my honeymoon like we had planned to do, just me, my pregnant wife, and our two children! I love her, our children, and the life we share. It still amazes me, that in three years, how my entire universe zoned in and shifted… To her, because of her, for her… Loyalty Amory Knight, my everything… My universe, in three years!

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

Taylor says softly into my ear. Instead of the all-silver walls I asked for, the one behind the bed is a deep indigo that extends up onto the ceiling. Taylor flicks a switch and suddenly I am staring at what seems like hundreds of tiny pinpricks of light that make me feel like I am staring up at the night sky. I flop down onto the massive bed, sinking onto the silky white sheets and simply gaze upwards with a smile on my face. “This is stunning, Taylor,” I murmur. “Wow, just, wow.” Taylor sinks down next to me. “You like it, Abs? It’s not too much?” he asks looking at me with a hesitant expression on his face.

He makes a sexual gesture with his hands. “No!” Both Kellen and I exclaim. “We didn’t.” I tell Mike pointedly, “Not in three thousand years.” I would have liked to have taken a picture of Mike at that moment and framed it. The look of shock and disbelief on his face was almost comical. “Three thousand years?” He repeats. “Time moved differently there,” Kellen explains. “What three years here was, was an eternity for us.” “Three thousand years and you guys didn’t… you know… fuck?” Mike whispers the last part.

Cayden took the things to be tested, glanced at the record paper, and continued to ask, "Winston, how long has this person probably died? You haven't said anything yet." Winston's hand that was packing up the case table paused for a moment, but he didn't answer. Instead, he asked Cayden, "Cayden, how long has Aryanna escaped?" Cayden was stunned when he heard what Winston said. He then answered, "It's been three years, Winston. Have you forgotten that after she escaped, it was you who wrote the report to withdraw all her honors and titles?"

As we approached the door, I could see the garden on the other side, which complemented the dark clouds of the house with its bright green, yellow, and red flowers. Noah's voice sounded through. "I can only imagine the look on my parents' faces, considering the fact that I disappeared for three days, and now I'm back with crutches in hand." He turned to face me. “And a beautiful woman by my side." He flashed a grin at me, and I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to laugh. "You're insufferable and full of yourself." "You love me like that, so I couldn’t be more fortunate."

Can’t wait! I knew then—Kit, who had said at lunch he would come home, wasn’t coming back. It wasn’t the first time this had happened in the three years since we married. I made myself a simple bowl of instant noodles and opened my inbox. Staring at over a dozen offers from international airlines, my cursor hovered over the email from Air Montclaire. I clicked “Accept” and booked a flight the day after tomorrow to Solara without a second thought. Five years ago, during a mission to Solara, Kit experienced the most traumatic incident of his flying career.