One Year After Novels & Stories

Ella's POV One year. It had been one year since everything changed. One year since I found out the truth about my father. One year since I learned about the Moon Goddess and the curse. One year since I discovered who I really was. One year since I fell in love with Kael. One year since I lost him. One year since I got him back. One year since my mom gave up her love for me. One year since I started healing. I sat on my bed, looking out the window. The sun was setting. The sky was orange and pink and gold. Beautiful.

I ate a bit before going out of my house, so I am not hungry right now. “No need, I am fine.” “All right. Tell me if you’re hungry.” Calmly, he placed the jar back to a small bag. “… Ok.” Somehow I can’t keep but notice that he became much composed and calm than when I first saw him on the balcony a year ago. I didn’t know time flew this fast, huh. It had been over one year since our divorce and my ex-husband was chasing after me because he realized that he loves me after all those… years I was infatuated with him.

Michael had always been easy going, like he didn't care for anyone, but she could see way past his mask. It happened year ago, when he had saved a bunch of freshmans from ragging by standing up against their bullies while the crowd watched as if enjoying a movie. Due to his interference, he was severely beaten up by them but he still took responsibility of his actions and heaved a breath of relief only after making those bullies pay by getting them suspended.

"She's already made her decision." It's been a year since I lost my baby, a year since that dreadful war finally came to an end. It's been peaceful and I've had more than enough time to finally piece myself back together. There were some setbacks but I've managed to rebuild my life and figure out what it is I actually wanted.

This was the first time Luna had seen Lylah shown any expression of happiness in months. "Miss?, your order please?" And like a tight slap to the face, reality was put right before her. "Hot chocolate", she smiled. As soon as the waitress left the table, she bowed her head and rubbed her forehead. It had been a month already, why couldn't she just let him go, she wondered. Every single thing reminded her of the memories they shared. "Luna, do you remember when he got me a dildo after my birthday?", Lylah laughed. "Yes, and y'all fought about the dildo because you wanted him and not a stupid dildo and so he took it back. What a jerk!"

Neal chimes, always the up for everything. I smile at him. “How about the others? We should do something today since it’s been a long time we did something fun.” Four months after New Year’s Day and the second collapse I had that got everyone worried, it was America’s most favourite celebration of the year. Her birthday.

Xavier asked her casually, he was really curious to know the reason. It was normal since most of the people knew she was his wife. Amyra drank a sip in the water and asserted, "One year will soon be passed. She will know that we are not a real couple… " That 'One year' was the universal truth but at some point, would it change? Maybe one of them was hoping for that to happen. Looking at him she smiled slightly. Xavier looked stiff. 'One year…'

When they hung up, nothing was decided. But something had shifted. They were both tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of wanting. Tired of almost. Month twelve. One year since she left. Maya sat on her balcony, watching the city lights. The same balcony. The same view. The same stars. Different Maya. She thought about him. About their year together. About the year apart. About all the love that still burned between them. And all the distance that kept them apart. Her phone buzzed.

A lot of good that fucking did me, because now I may have lost her for good. I haven't opened my heart back up to a woman in over a year... and I go and fuck it up. *** Rae "Rae!" I keep walking, my heels sticking into the soft grass. "Rae, wait!" He grabs my shoulder, turning me around in one swift move. "Would you fucking stop and listen to me?" he asks out of breath.

I'd almost forgotten what that felt like. Leah texted that same evening, a photo of her cinnamon rolls with the caption told you the kneading thing was a whole science, and I found myself smiling at my phone in a way I hadn't in longer than I wanted to admit. It was such a small thing, a stranger's cinnamon rolls and a bad joke, but it was the first message all week that hadn't come from a maid confirming my schedule or Arian confirming an appearance.