One Year After Novels & Stories

I wake up to Lucian watching me. “What?” I ask, still groggy. “Do you know what today is?” “Tuesday?” “It’s the anniversary. One year. Since we met. Since that hotel bar. Since you were crying and I asked if you were okay.” I sit up. Carefully. Nine months pregnant. Everything hurts. “One year. That’s, that’s impossible. It feels like yesterday. And also like forever.” “A lot happened in one year.”

LUTHER’S POV – One Year Later It’s been a year. A full year since Joanna walked out of my life, out of New York. Somehow, I made it through. I don’t know how. Maybe I just kept moving because stopping meant collapsing. And I couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not publicly. Not with everything else crumbling underneath. Life without Joanna… it’s quieter. Colder. My house feels too big now as it used to be. She hasn’t replied to a single message. Not one call. I tried, God, I tried. I called her on her birthday. On New Year’s. On random Tuesdays when it felt like the silence would kill me. But nothing. Radio silence.

I cried in front of him. He stood up while I remained sitting on the ground. "One year." "What?" "Do not show up for one year." "No! Don't make do this." "Let's see what will happen after one year." "France..." "If she still loves you and you still love her after one year, I will not hinder you for getting her back." "What?" "You can still contact her, but you cannot step on this land for one year." "But..." "You're a powerful man. You should know what to do to pursue her."

For what she had taken from me. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The silence was almost comforting now. Time had passed, and the storm that had torn apart my life had finally started to calm down. The whispers had died down, the video forgotten, and the hurt, while still fresh in my heart, began to dull into a faint ache I could ignore most of the time. It had been a year. A full year since that night. Since everything changed. Since I had been dragged through hell and back, only to be left with the ashes of what once was.

The Blissful Ending KEATTON’S P. O. V. 1 YEAR LATER… The sun was vividly bright, striking at the tomb of the man I loved. If it is not for the tent that is covering us here, then we’ll be all melted. “Mommy!” “Hey, Baby,” It has been a year since Damon left us. It always feels like yesterday. And I still feel like he was here, beside me guarding me twenty-four-seven. A lot has changed.

One Year Later 7:30 A.M. — Women's Correctional Facility The sound of the morning bell echoed through the prison. Aria opened her eyes. For a few seconds, she remained still. Then she slowly sat up. One year. It had been one year since the courtroom. One year since the judge had looked at her and sentenced her to five years in prison. One year since she had watched the handcuffs close around her wrists. One year since she had walked away from the life she once knew.

One Year Later. Who would have thought time could pass so quickly, as if it had shot forward like an arrow. It felt like only yesterday that I lay weak on the cold operating table to bring Gabriel into the world. It felt like only yesterday that my soul was tormented by overwhelming, terrifying fear when my child was kidnapped by an underground criminal network. And now? My handsome baby boy had officially turned one year old.

"We do this for one year. Then we 'grow apart,' or whatever, and it ends clean. No drama." "One year," he said. "Agreed." "Starting now," I repeated. Just to make sure I'd heard him correctly. He nodded at the nearest phone screen, barely concealed behind someone's backpack. "Starting five minutes ago, actually."

She had been hiding from the young man later on. However, one year later, the young man still found her. After not seeing each other for one year, the young man had matured quite a bit. He told her that he had become a key debater in his debate club. He was even working as an intern at a law firm near his college. He had become a slightly experienced paralegal. Once he graduated, he would have an official job and could take on cases. He told her that he could bring her daughter to live with them as well. He would support both Hana and her daughter. He wanted to marry Hana.

I just nod my head in agreement, then he drives away. As soon as he drove off, I felt tired all of a sudden, even though I hadn’t done anything yet, but It happens every time I get a notification from my driver, telling me he’s going to pick me up by 3 pm like he just did now, and it happens every fucking day and I’m pretty much used to it by now. But just because I’m used to it, doesn’t mean I’m okay. I let out a deep sigh after the chain of thoughts ran through my head, attracting Lisa’s attention.