Novel & Cerita Next Time There Won't Be A Next Time

And this time… There would be no fixing it.

Matthew had shown that all to her without even trying. “I bet I can run faster than you. But I don’t think that I will try at least. I don’t understand what’s completely going on and for me to admit something like that is very hard. But I won’t deny what I feel so just know that eventually you and I will have to sit down and discuss everything and what you hope to find for the future whether it’s with me or not. This is not the time that we need to do that. Maybe in a week when things calm down.” She whispered to him and in the process, she heard him breathe deeply as he nodded in agreement. She thought that the conversation would be over at that point but he was the type that would always h

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Tugging on his shirt, the smaller woman asked. “Because I have nothing to say.” He smiled and remained quiet. “Let’s make a toast.” She squeaked again. “To a future we will most likely never see but will be in control of.” The intimidating man boomed. “To it.” They all replied in unison.

Just three words scrawled in jagged ink: “Next time, deeper.”

Worried that one day I might forget everything and become just a shell of myself, I had prepared my will and given it to him early. I told him not to struggle against it when the time came. I did not want to end up like Dad and forget everyone. I wanted to leave while my memories were still intact. Ivan stepped forward and pushed away the shouting Theodore from my hospital bed. "Get out! You're not welcome here! Charlotte doesn't want to see you!" Theodore started to argue but stopped when he saw the will in Ivan's hand. The black-and-white document could not be disputed. Theodore fell to his knees with a thud. He begged, "Please, I can cure her. I know I can. Trust me. I can't live without

One moment at a time. ***

Then Dawson looks at me and says, very quietly, very clearly, like a vow spoken over a wound: “Next time doesn’t happen.” And I don’t know whether he means Trent won’t get another chance. Or whether he means Dawson won’t survive the strain of waiting for the law to catch up.

Ten years had passed, and it turned out Tessa had long forgotten about it. All this time, I was the only one still living in the past. My one-sided devotion only ended with me dying miserably at her hands. I shut my eyes, my fingers trembling. The memories of my last life were burned too deeply into me. Just the thought of them was enough to let fear take over. Tessa's face suddenly went pale with panic. She threw her arms around my neck, her perfume overwhelming my senses.

However, I could not reach him. Corbin had already disappeared down the stairs. All I could hear was the echo of him answering Mabel’s phone call. “Bet. If I lose, I’ll carry you while doing squats.” I stood frozen in place. The silence was heavy. Then, my mother came home and asked me what was wrong. I opened my mouth, but the words would not come. When I finally managed to speak, my voice came out hoarse as I said, “Mom, I don’t want to repeat my senior year anymore.”