Next Time There Won't Be A Next Time Mga Nobela at Kwento

My phone goes off and I immediately open the group chat GUNNAR: HEY EVERYONE! COME OVER TO OUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY AFTER YOU FINISH YOUR CLASSES. WE HAVE SOMETHING TO DISCUSS WITH EVERYONE. DON'T WORRY THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF FOOD AND DRINKS. TRY TO CARPOOL IF YOU CAN SINCE THERE ARE A LOT OF US AND THE DRIVEWAY IS ONLY SO BIG. BEAR: 😎🍕🍔🥨 CHASE: We're already here bro trying to get ahead in our assignments. We will be out whenever people start showing up.

And at times when you're too weak, I'll be your strength. We're a team. You need not to face a storm alone cause I'll always be with you. I love you with extreme certainty, Maze Johnson-Thornton. We still have one wedding left. But for now, I want you to take my hand and begin again. Let's love each other, all over again." THE END

Now, I sit here, the sky grey above me, the wind biting cold through my jacket, and I make myself a promise. Next time will be different. The next time I see her, when her scent hits the air, when her eyes meet mine, I won’t hesitate. I won’t feel. I won’t remember. I will end her. The day I see her again, will be the day she takes her last breath.

If you really are true, help me get out of here. My breath can't last any longer. Maybe this is really how I'm going to die. I hope so. In the place where I will be, I will forget all the pain I've experienced. Please, just let me remember all the happy memories... just the happy ones. No one's POV "Time is the one who brings changes. Even if we do not want to, it is impossible to keep things the way they used to be." The old man gazed at the moon.

"But I've already talked to plenty of doctors. The chemo… It's a lie. It stopped working a long time ago. Do you even know what 'terminal stage' means?" He held me tighter. His voice trembled. "Don't say things like that. Let's try treatment first." "If I had a choice, I'd rather just get one shot and end it peacefully…" "Don't talk like that!" Suddenly, I held him tightly. The camera had been tossed aside long ago. What followed were my soft sobs. Then, loud, unrestrained crying. … [In the Next Life — March 15, 2024, 11:13 AM — Let's Meet Again in the Next Life]

He had already decided how this ended. The orchard felt too small. The night is too tight. The world too still. I didn’t look at either of them. I looked at the space between them. And I knew Whatever happened next wouldn’t be quiet. And there was no going back.

something outside time. The space stuttered. Just slightly. because now something didn’t align. didn’t reverse. didn’t undo. “You cannot stabilize undefined origin,” the presence said. The words sharper now. less certain. good. because that meant it couldn’t reach it. “You can rewind everything else,” I said. The words steady. grounded. “But not what it meant.” The space cracked. subtle. but real. because now meaning remained. Zayden form steadied. Just slightly. because now he had something to hold onto. something that existed beyond time.

~As if there’s no such thing as tomorrow As if there’s no such thing as a “next time” Right now, in front of my eyes, everything without you Is a terribly pitch-black darkness~ -(BTS) House Of Cards --- --- --- --- --- --- --- What on earth is going on? The words kept repeating in Stefanos head over and over again like a rhyme while his body remained frozen like a statue, complete the opposite of his mind which was running a frenzied marathon.

Just the sharp, unrelenting echo of everything I didn’t say. And the fear that next time, even if I do… It might be too late.

He begins to fade. To disappear. Like he was never really there. But before he does “One more thing,” he says. I wait. “Do not underestimate them.” “You already made that mistake once.” That’s a reminder I don’t need but won’t forget. “Next time,” I say quietly, “I won’t.” Silence. He’s gone. Completely. The room feels empty without him. But not quiet. Not really. Now my mind is moving. Fast. Sharp. Focused.