Next Time There Won't Be A Next Time Romane & Geschichten

Not this time. Not ever.

Not now, not ever. . . . ……

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I wandered around the place which strangely seemed like Olympus, but it wasn't Olympus. Have I travelled backwards in time? Shut up mind! You always say the worst possible things. The people around me looked at me weirdly. I said that out loud didn’t I? Stupid, stupid me. These people were still staring. It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world. That’s exactly how Luke says it. I bothered to cross check the quantity of Novanium. How could I be so stupid and impulsive? I rushed

I know that I am already passed my limit but I want to drunk until I pass out. "I wish I have meet you sooner." I blurted out which stopped Chris from pouring another glass. "Lyca wished you were her dad. She didn't even recognize her own dad fot goodness sake." I laughed like a lunatic. Chris just sit still and listen to my rants. "I want to turn back time. There are things I want to reverse." "Like what?" Chris curiously asked. "Like marrying Greg." I whispered while crying. "If you reverse that then Lyca wouldn't be here with you."

I pleaded. "And then what?" he asked, laughing like a lunatic once again. "I can give everything you want," I said, lowering the tone of my voice. He laughed, eyebrows snapped in a line. "But you can't bring the dead back, Stephanie." Now, the turned into a havoc as if there was a storm that passed by. Broken furnitures and appliances were all over the place. It was a total mess.

Not this time. Not ever.

"I'm done listening. Leave. I don't want to see you again." But Bradley stepped closer, eyes locked on mine. "What did he mean by 'losing another baby' last night?"

Not now. To be continued...

"I put on lipstick that day. I wore my mother's pearl necklace. I thought you would notice." "But you just took the file and said, 'Get it done faster next time,' and walked away." "That night, I washed off the lipstick, took off the pearls, and whispered to my reflection, 'Maybe next time. Next time, he'll see me.'" "But 'next time' came again and again. Until there were no more next times. You never saw me, Cassian. Not really." He froze, as if all the strength had been drained from him. The anger and confusion in his eyes faded, replaced by an endless sea of regret and panic.