Romans & histoires Next Time There Won't Be A Next Time

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

Next time, there would be no escape. Next time— There would be no mercy.

Waiting. And next time, it wouldn’t send an echo. It would come itself.

"Our engagement party is going to be bigger than anything you saw tonight." There it was again: next time. For ten years I'd followed him, from a little border town all the way to the Sinclair estate, surviving one hail of bullets after another and collecting more scars than I could count. And all I ever got in return was next time. I looked up at him and said, quietly, "But I can't wait for next time." His brow creased. "My father is very sick." "I want him to see my happiness for himself, within the week. So he won't have any regrets."

until the end of time episode 4 Slowly Fransis got out of bed, he walked around and stood right behind his wife. Sonia was shocked when the man began to wrap his sturdy arms around her slim waist, her head rested on the chest of the man who was considered her sister-in-law, her ears could hear her heartbeat, she wanted to get out of this situation, her husband was in the hospital now, but she was making out with her sister-in-law, at least that's what she thought, she did not know that they were exchanging identities.

So, instead, I chose to walk away quietly and with dignity. When we returned to the bedroom, my legs were too weak to walk, so Lucien massaged them. “Tomorrow’s the ten-year reunion at Lycan University. Summer is going, too. I know you don’t like her, so maybe you should sit this one out. I have to go because I’m still the alumni president, but I’ll be back soon, I promise,” he said. He knew how I felt about Summer, yet he was still going. That alone told me where his heart really was.

Not again. Not this time.

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

And this time he would never come back. ____________________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and leave feedback. Spread the purple heart.