See You Never, Mr. One-minute Novels & Stories

Mike had posted another story. A picture of the front of my bank. I frowned. Then I read the caption. Funny how life brings you back to people you thought you’d never see again. My chest suddenly tightened. I didn’t know why he had written that. I didn’t know whether the words were meant for me. But before I could think any further, another notification appeared. A W******p message from Tiar. So this is what you meant when you said nothing happened? I immediately replied. What are you talking about?

Her face couldn't help her much. After realizing this, Chelsea felt nervous. Gisselle also noticed this and comforted Chelsea in a low voice, "Don't be too nervous. Just treat it as a classroom assignment during university. You just need to do as usual. Don't think too much about it. As long as you finish the audition, it will be half the battle." "I will do my best," Chelsea said softly. Not long after that, the door opened. A woman with a smart appearance came out with a stack of resumes and said loudly, "When you hear your names, come in directly. The memorization and performance cannot last more than eight minutes. Guard your time."

I eat dinner with my family but wonder if we'll still be a family a month from now. Day twenty. One day left. I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and try to recognize myself. The man looking back is the same one I've been for three years, same face, same eyes, same carefully maintained invisibility. But tomorrow, everyone will see him. Tomorrow, he'll be real in a way he's never been before. Tomorrow, there's no going back. "Hey." Millicent appears in the doorway. "The article drops in the morning. Moira sent a final copy for review."

I'd only ever seen him on the news. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, darkness enveloped my vision, and I pitched forward. When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital. I tried to get up, but dizziness washed over me. Zane sat by the bed and was scrolling through my chart. When he saw I was awake, he looked up and asked, "How do you feel?" I was about to answer when my phone rang with another call from Damon. I refused to answer, yanking out my SIM card and snapping it in half.

"Tsk, look at you. Dressed in rags and carrying that filthy sack. The bank isn't a place for beggars! Don't even think about coming to me for service. You reek. I only deal with high-value clients." The sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts. When I blinked, the first thing I saw was my best friend, Madison Doyle, pinching her nose with a look of utter disgust as she turned away. Outside the glass partition stood an older couple, their faces etched with worry. Despite the humiliation, they held onto their money bag tightly, refusing to leave.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

I still laugh every time I remember. Dan and I continue joking around for a while more until Matt knocks on my door and enters. He looked at us as we were playing monopoly and smiled. "We leave in five minutes guys" he said. Dan and I nod and head downstairs 2 minutes after Matt leaves the room.

- If I shall give you the correct answer to the question will you give her something to eat? - I am afraid that is not possible, that question is overdue now. - Stop playing around Sarah! - Maybe I could give you another chance, but this time it will all end in one hour. Did you he me Miron, ONE HOUR! - Anything, just hurry. - Wait for my riddle!

I raised my hand and pressed on the round while doorbell while the boys took out their kits from the back of the car, arguing about something in the distance. Soon enough the door fell open, displaying Mr. Min in a black button-up that was a size or two bigger, sliding off his pale shoulder. I gawked at his still closed eyes and fished my phone out to check the time. 1:07 PM "Good Afternoon?", I questioned, doing a terrible job at hiding my amusement as he pushed the door completely open before stumbling forward in a handshake that must've sounded like a great idea in his sleepy state. "Mr. Min, I-"

"I'm not letting anyone who hurt you walk away." Relief hit me hard. I ran my hand over my belly. Thank God. I'd kept my baby safe. Then the door slammed open. Bradley burst in, shirt wrinkled, eyes wild. "Rena, I'm sorry! It's my fault. Vivian fainted—I had to take her first!" I looked down, silent, my fingers brushing Nathan's palm. So much for that amnesia act—he'd just called me Rena. "I'm done listening. Leave. I don't want to see you again."