One Year After Novels & Stories

Damian Pov One year changed everything. Nathan turned six in October and I celebrated my first full year of sobriety in November. Twelve months without drinking. Twelve months of therapy three times a week. Twelve months of support group meetings every Tuesday. Twelve months of actually doing the work instead of just talking about it.

One Year Later "So, you sure?" I look at Jackson and nod smiling. "It has been a year, a year of just fun, and I miss it. So yes, I am sure." He looks at me like he is about to argue. "I just want to be sure, I mean you kind of freaked out when you woke up that morning and I was kneeling." Nodding I laugh. "That was different, it was you pretending to propose, it was you on one knee after one night of sex. This is no different to the terms before Jackson, it just means there is a contract which let’s be honest we both want." He nods smiling climbing onto the bed.

Hope I still didn't know how I'd managed to live through my 31-day post-Killian syndrome but for the past four weeks, everything hurt. Fast forward to two weeks back when I had decided to move out of my mum's house. I tried not to be bitter about how easily she had forgiven Killian and asked me to go back to him. I couldn't blame her for it. She'd always been conversational and believed a woman ought to remain with her husband at all times.

Adams’ POV It’s been a year since Alex left. Twelve months of peeling myself off the floor, night after night. A year of turning silence into something less suffocating. I never thought I'd come out the other side of that storm. But I did. Credit goes mostly to Jessica.

Edited --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One year. One whole year away from my home town, away from my best friends and ex-mate. I wouldn't trade anything in the world though for all the people I got to meet, along with training to become more powerful and stronger. Speaking of not regretting this experience, my brothers had finally found their mates.

Ethan’s POV (One Year Later) It’s incredible what a year can do to someone. Last year broke me. Last year took so much from me I didn’t even know I had anything left to lose. Last year made me feel things I didn’t know I could still feel—fear, humiliation, loneliness, every ugly shade of grief. And finally… last year ended. A new year started. A healthier one. A brighter one. Faces came, faces left, habits changed, routines changed—and somehow, in some strange twist of fate, I changed too.

the system said to Quickstep. "What?! Even a song from you costs one shop point?" Quickstep was astounded by the system. "Affirmative, host," the system replied to Quickstep. "This is going to be a boring vacation," Quickstep said as he accepted his one hundred year recovery program. 1 day 2 days 1 month 12 months 1200 months A century has passed by swiftly together with the changing of seasons. "Congratulations, host. You have fully recovered from your injuries," the system notified Quickstep after one thousand two hundred months and ten days.

ONE YEAR LATER The last year had been filled with so many ups and downs for me, it had been equal parts exciting and challenging for me as well. I couldn't believe how fast time passed. I couldn't believe it was already a year since I left New York. I remembered the day I left vividly, I remembered the things that had happened that day likewise. To be honest, it was really hard to forget as I kept replaying that scene in my head over and over again till I was finally able to accept the fact that we were divorced and each person was now living their separate lives.

But you just made this worse for both of us. Wait and see. Happy New Year. Make it count. You have ten years, five months, twelve days. I'm counting every single one.

I was unable to do anything constructive as I sat there like a vegetable. “It will take three months for you to walk again…you suffered a hard fall…your face was unrecognizable… I had to ask the doctors if…they could fix it, and they did”after some time I was calm enough to listen to what he had to say. I was in a coma for a year. That was 2021, and now it was 2022 how was that possible. Fear reigned in my heart as I played with the crystal stem glass in my hands. The water was chilled but getting warm from holding it.