One Year After Novels & Stories

Liam pulled me into his arms, “I'm sorry that we had to leave so early but we cannot ignore school exam, but I promise to bring you back here again” “Lets come back when we are officially one year old for our anniversary” He pulled back and stared at me, “One year?” “Hmmm” I nodded vigorously “Then one year it is then” I hugged him again cause I was so happy, I mean everything still feels so unreal to me.

I replied without hesitation. “Good, good, I’m glad we could come to an agreement, and I really hope you’d do well alongside my son.” He added. “Yes, Sir. I promise to do my best.” •••••••••••••••• NEW YORK CITY 🏙 My phone kept on ringing, and I peeped to check if she was still the one. Can’t she just get the memo? What does she still want from me after 1year? She had made me miserable for the past one year.

For once, Zeva spoke this much to Sky. “Years, huh? It’s only been two years, Zev. If this were a job application, you’d still count as a fresh graduate or someone with no experience.” Even though Sky was quite amazed that Zeva was opening up to him again, he didn’t want to waste this moment. So, Sky tried to respond with his usual lame jokes. “Well, what matters is it’s more than a year. Besides, survival skills are honed from birth, not just since we first set foot in a foreign land,” Zeva replied.

Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words. “I can feel it,” I finally said. “He’s alive. He will come back. He promised me he would come for me… but he didn’t.” Silence returned as the night deepened. ********* ONE YEAR LATER Three hundred and sixty-five days passed. Exactly one year since Zayne disappeared. “You’re still counting days,” Emily said behind me, sipping steaming coffee. So much had changed in one year. We had grown so used to living on the island that it almost felt like home. What started as survival slowly became routine.

1 Year Later MARCUS “It had been exactly a year since I started working for you. I have brought in new business and expanded others. How long will I have to wait for you to acknowledge me as your family?” it had nothing to do with family, he wanted Walker Corp, and I wasn’t about to give away my baby just like that.

June bled into July, bringing a thick, heavy heat to the city. The air conditioning in the Carr Communications building hummed constantly. It had been one year since my final treatment at the Harlow Institute. The one year remission mark is a strange milestone. It is a day of celebration, but it is also a day wrapped in a quiet, invisible anxiety. For twelve months, my body had functioned perfectly. The bruises had never returned. The exhaustion was just normal tiredness from a long day of work.

I could no longer feel even the slightest trace of love. Those unforgettable pains and despair that had once cut so deeply now felt like a black-and-white movie about someone else. They stirred no waves in me at all. I was free. The next few months were a long and painful rehabilitation period. After lying unconscious for a year, my muscles had severely atrophied. Every day in the rehab room, I had to endure tearing pain and learn how to walk all over again. And Elise became the only person I could rely on during those months.

Just two people who'd just legally bound themselves together for a year, sitting in complete silence. I used the quiet to mentally prepare myself. To shift into the headspace I'd need to survive a year in this mansion. I pulled up my I*******m and scrolled through my girls' posts. Them at the beach, restaurants, looking effortlessly rich and beautiful. That was going to be me soon. That was going to be my life for the next year — curating luxury, living luxury, documenting luxury. When we pulled up to the Kingland mansion, my jaw almost dropped.

It seems like he had finally gotten it. Muhammad felt like it was a year since he had dinner with Nicole. He called her after their date 5 nights ago, to make sure she got home safely. Nicole also called him last night. He was planning to call her the next day and just thinking about her made him smile. Muhammad’s right arm was now back to normal but his left shoulder where he had been shot still hurts. The last time he visited the doctor, he was told he could resume work but he wasn’t to subject himself to a high level of stress because his body was now his temple.

Felix reaches third grade that needed to experience those worst experiences on his lower grade level. And nevertheless, on his previous years. He tries to plan that this year will be quiet smooth. But there will always be an unfortunate events that he still can't avoid. Like on his third grade of the year it was not quiet expected since it turns out to be smooth on the rest of the month. But then a sudden circumstances turn his year to be more of a miserable one when he was suddenly felt he needed to go to the comfort room.