Seven Days To Lose Me Novels & Stories

The door had closed and I was going to spend the remaining time being fine and that was the whole plan. I had spent seven weeks getting through this one day at a time and I could spend the rest of it the same way.

Me 10:01am Depends, on if you tell me why 😉 Zach 10:01am I want to take you out for our first date. Me 10.02am Ok then, I am free. What time do we meet and where are we going?" Zach 10;02am I will pick you from your house at 7pm. Where we are going is for me to know and for you to find out. Me 10:03am Hmph...not fair. Zach 10:03 See you later, love. (I blush at how he is calling me, his love)

"Wanting your hands on me. Wanting to feel alive again instead of just... existing." Something had shifted in his expression—triumph and possession and heat all mixed together. "Then stop fighting it. Stop pretending you don't want this. We have seven days, Vanessa. Seven days to explore everything you've been denying yourself. Everything my dad doesn't give you." "This is wrong—"

Take me as you are Push me off the road The sadness, I need this time to be with you I'm freezing in the sun I'm burning in the rain The silence, I'm screaming calling out your name And I do reside in your heat Put out the fire with me and find Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles That's what I'll do if we say goodbye

Maybe she cries when no one’s watching. But she doesn’t get to pretend none of it happened. She doesn’t get to rewrite me out of her story. I light another cigarette. I don’t even smoke like that anymore, but something about today feels volatile. Like everything's bubbling beneath the surface, and the only way to hold it in is to breathe out smoke. I scroll again through her engagement photos—pressing harder on the screen than I mean to. Seven days. That’s how long until she marries him.

The contents of the pen drive Brody showed me and the notebook made up the full truth of what I had gone through over the past two years. [Brody said that this is the 80th week since I got transient global amnesia, and this is the hell he’s made for me. [Someone, please save me…] Every page contained a desperate cry for help, but no one could answer it. Even if I did not have my passport, I could still leave this place first. So, I approached the door with only the clothes on my back. But when I grabbed the door knob, I could not open it, even though I had just opened the door yesterday when a package arrived.

My throat burned and my body ached from the weight of everything I was pretending not to feel. "I will," I said quietly. “For now.” Amber didn’t smile this time. She just looked at me, really looked, and in her eyes, I saw it. The same fire. The same grief. The same rage. And the same plan. “We make it seven days,” she said. “And then we leave everything.” My heart beat once, louder than the music, louder than the voices of wolves praising a marriage I wanted no part of. But in seven days, exactly one week, it’ll all be over.

“Seven days.’’ He finally broke the silence. “W-what?’’ I looked up, hoping I might have misheard. “That is all you have. During those seven days I won't call or bother you, but you must bring me the desired news afterwards.’’ “You know I've been thinking…’’ I quickly said. “What is the guarantee that ending her will get you what you're looking for?’’ “If it doesn't, then we'll sort for other ways.’’ He shrugged, like the devil he was, evil and carefree. Unfortunately I wasn't that careless like he was. “Now that is exactly where my concern comes in. Meagan is also an asset to me, I can't let her waste if the results won't be fruitful.’’ “Well, we wouldn't know how fruitful it can get until

And one of those seven days I decided this looking at the calendar, with Saoirse in the chair beside me and the river going about its business outside the window one of those seven days was not going to be for the statement, or the succession, or the package. One of those seven days was going to be ours. I was going to give the machine six days. I was going to give her one. ── I told her the new date. I said: “Tuesday. Seven days. I surrender Tuesday.” She did not say anything for a moment. I watched her absorb the number the way I had watched her absorb every number I had given her the count, the nineteen, now the seven with the steady downward attention of a woman who had decided to look d

I whispered, my voice trembling as sweat beaded on my forehead. "Can’t you stay? Just long enough to call a doctor for me?" The crash had left me physically shattered. The sudden drop in pressure from the storm made the pain unbearable. I felt like I was drowning in a frozen sea, and he was the only life raft in sight. Damian wavered for a second. "Does Selena want to take the Chief Physician away again? Just like last time?" Evelyn’s pouting voice came through the phone. Damian’s expression instantly turned to stone.