Perfect Day Nothing's Standing In My Way นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“ I love you , I love you “ he kept repeating as he trailed kisses down my jaw , to my neck . “ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep .

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

Now I feel panic rising in me again "Drop me down" "In time" "Now" I say, raising my voice a bitch higher. Suddenly, it's like the room is filled with the north wind as the temperature drops immediately and be gives me an icy stare that could make someone have an heart attack, but as soon as it had come, was the same way if left, with him giving me a small smile "Okay"

It was his beautiful family. Noah was beautifully singing Perfect by Ed Sheeran. In low notes. Deep and slow. Every word was filling Conrad's heart with more and more love for him. He didnt know when and how his feet drag him to the stage, as he stood in front of Noah who was ending the song with closed eyes.

One moment at a time. ***

The tree creaks. "I am okay," I say. "I am not perfect. I am not fixed. I am not done. But I am okay. And okay is enough. Okay is not settling. Okay is not giving up. Okay is just... okay. And okay is okay." The sun comes up. The sky turns pink. The birds start singing. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- Damon finds me an hour later. He is holding two mugs of coffee.

I stood behind Claire, aimed at her neck, and raised the knife. The comments went crazy. [Holy shit! What am I seeing?!] [This has to be edited, right?] [What is going on? Am I hallucinating?]

"Then we put it straight back again." The vacant station was on the edge of town, left to the ravages of time. The rusted track stretched into darkness, dust blowing through the air and holding its own against decayed memories. Lena, Michael, and Noah arrived before them, staying hidden behind silhouettes. The stillness was heavy with only the sound of far distant dripping water interrupting the darkness. Then, footsteps. Marco emerged from the darkness, alone. His suit was creased, his usual air of control absent.

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”