Next Time There Won't Be A Next Time Novels & Stories

The bruised violet sky didn't turn gold; it turned a deep, unmoving Indigo-Emerald, the color of a time that refused to pass. "ERROR," the voice of the First Luna shrieked from the heights of the tower. "TIME IS NON-LINEAR. THE TWENTY-EIGHTH CYCLE HAS CRASHED UPON ENTRY". The Liquidator shrieked as his gear-filled form was overwritten by the raw, "Ugly" truth of a second that lasted forever. He vanished into a spray of cyan pixels, his ledgers incinerated by the fact that the "Future" was no longer for sale.

continue. "...when you needed me the most. Sadly, all your life. But we can't go back in time. The past is in our heads and the future in our hands, let me help you with the future" "Let me guess, the future is Anita" "You can say that, but you know what they say. Marry a girl that loves you not the one you love"

" Can't we focus on the now?" " I wonder if we played a hand before fate did?" " Or maybe fate had a hand in this too." " I should go." I say after some time. " No, don't." " I have dinner plans." I remind him. He sighs, " Next time then." " I don't think there will be a next time." " Let there be a next time?" " Why?" " I like this. It's nice." My face feels warm now. " What would happen if I didn't have anything nice to say?"

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.

"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?"

He said and heaved a sigh He started moving towards the door. He was about to walk past me but stopped in his tracks right beside me. Although we were facing different directions we could still see each other sideways. He spoke again "Yes, I would like to say one last thing to you. Time does not wait for anyone. If you don't take proper actions within the time given you will be the loser and once you lose to time, there will never be a chance for a rematch to win back the prize as the time will take it away until and unless any miracle happens. So be careful" He said

At the way he’s sitting. At the way he’s still here. Still himself. At least enough. “We need to be ready,” I say. “Yes.” “And next time—” I stop. Because I don’t know how to finish that. Because I don’t know what next time looks like. Because everything changed. Aidan looks at me. And for the first time since this started— He gives a clear answer. “Next time,” he says, “we don’t just survive.” Matteo raises an eyebrow.

Realizing this, a sadness blankets my jubilation from a few minutes ago. These walls and all the gorgeous art will be destroyed in a great fire that is soon yet to come. There will be nothing left of the Troy that was rich and grand, so many archaeologists will spend a lifetime searching. Pushing my sudden sadness away, I try not to think of what's to come but to live in the now.

Time to end this one way or another. ***