See You Never, Mr. One-minute の小説・ストーリー

I sighed, knowing his main purpose was nothing but death. "No problem, you know you're my number one right," I said in a playful tone, chuckling. I might as well make his last memory of me a good one, right? "Oh whatever, Athena Hendrix. I know. I will always be your number one," he said, a smirk crawling up on his face. I cringed as I looked at him. "I take that back," I said, pretending to gag. He laughed and turned to look at me.

Only one text immediately caught my attention. Unknown Number I hope you're happy now. I hope yes to make the most of the destruction of my life. I'll see you when I see you.

That is the promise I will never forget. THE END

"Promise me one thing." "Yeah?" "You would never,ever break my trust. Never!" ****************

“O-okay…” “Come again?” “…okay, Carlisle.” He smiled. “Good girl.” Just like that, seven minutes was over.

Luca and Fiona locked eyes, their faces ashen with the realization of what they had done. "So," Marco leaned in, "was that a big enough 'surprise' for you?" Surprise didn't even cover it. Luca looked like he was about to faint right there on the spot. Fiona’s friends gathered around, and Marco greeted each of them in the same perfect dialect. The room went dead silent. "Oh, and one more thing," Marco added, snapping his fingers. "Angelina has a special gift for everyone here tonight." On cue, the massive projector screen in the ballroom flickered to life. A high-definition video began to play.

"Show them the scary picture and tell them about Margaret." I sighed, Alice. "And just tell them what?" that the woman you used to date is mad at us? There's no proof that she made the threats. Carson's phone rang before he could answer. It was a text from a number I didn't know: "Carson, the time is up. Time is running out. "Go the right way, or everyone will lose." He looked pale as he showed Alice the message. "That ends it." We need to go. "Now."

SEE YOU IN HELL SON OF A BITCH! ^^^^^^

Not one text. And I never looked back.

All he saw was my disheveled state—an embarrassment to him. I glanced around the vast, empty room. Minnie and I had shared so many memories here. She used to dance in this very space, her laughter filling the air. She played here, twirling with joy. And in the end, this was where she collapsed—helpless, breathless. No matter how desperately I tried, I couldn't lift her back up. Christian had missed Minnie's final moments. And just as he had abandoned her, he would never see me again before I died.