Our Last Days In Barcelona Novels & Stories

--- Mireille helps us plan the trip. She's decided to come with us — not to the wedding, but to Barcelona. She's never been, and she wants to see the city where Emilia and I used to run cons. "It's not glamorous," I warned her. "I don't need to be glamorous. I need adventure." "Barcelona is an adventure?" "Barcelona is not a cottage." Celeste laughs — that unguarded sound I've come to love. "Fair point." --- We book flights for June.

Vincent held her tightly in his arms. The last thing they saw before tumbling into the red abyss was the double’s smile—wide, cracked, and dripping like porcelain breaking.

It had all our rare moments together over the last three years. There was footage of Blake patiently training me under the moonlight, our first hunting trip when he protected me, and the first time he gave me a birthday gift. When I thought of all that and as I watched what was supposed to be my farewell turn into their celebration, my chest ached. I wondered if Blake even remembered that this was the last event I would ever plan for the pack. While he was getting cozy with Wendy, did it ever cross his mind that we still had three days left before the contract ended and our bond officially broke?

The Juliet she knew, would have readily proposed that they give up on the mystery. "Your are becoming more matured." Jane said. Juliet chuckled. "Fancy those words coming from you." She retorted. The shopkeeper smiled at them. "You two remind me so much of my highschool days. But the sun is setting fast, and the people who gave you free rides have left. Do hurry up, for I can tell that you two are of Reekfield's." She said. _____ At The Same Time, Inside The Restaurant. Steve and Jim were tired of sitting in the restaurant. The rice and 'fat chunks of chicken' they had ordered was yet to be touched. The sudden disappearance of Juliet and Jane had left them filled to the brim.

‘It’s too fast…’ “What?” Sanchez stepped backwards because Ferran was too close to him. “We only have less than three hours.” “Hm?” “The voice I told you before. I guess this is the last day…” Ferran sighed. “You said the last day would be on the 16th of March? How come…” “Everything changes.” “Yeah… you’re right. Everything changes.” It was like a whisper from Sanchez. He smiled sadly before turning his back at Ferran. “Let’s give our best shot.”

She smiles and gets up from the chair, linking her arm with mine. *** Saturday 5:25am I'm watching the city of Barcelona moving closer and closer while the sun slowly warms my back. I look at the tall buildings in front of me, suddenly feeling insignificant and at the same time the most powerful being on earth. Like everything is possible. I think about my time in Sicily and how it's coming to an end, and I wonder whether I'll feel different once I'm back in Moscow. Is there a way to make life exciting while I'm locked up in my room and people are dying outside? How can I not think about how the world seems to be going to shit and at the same looks as if it might be getting better?

"Yes, sir." "Good! 9 am sharp," I paused. "You can take the rest of the day off." It wasn't like there's much to do around our branch here anyway. "Thank you, sir," he rushed out before walking out. We were still in Barcelona. I couldn't leave without making the girl's mother accept my deal. At the moment, I was sure she wasn't bluffing. I sent her a huge sum of money. One enough to make her rethink her decision.