Since We Last Spoke Book Novels & Stories

“Hi, it's about the book.. yeah, the one you requested for. I just found it about thirty minutes ago, and called twice to inform you but you didn't answer it.” I exhaled, emotions bubbling inside me. Things are going to be better, soon everything will die down and we all could continue our lives like how it used to be. “I'm sorry, I didn't hear it ring. As a matter of fact, I just came back from training when you called just now.” I explained, going to sit on the bed. “It's alright. I was just wondering where you were, that's all.” “Thanks. So, when will I be getting it?” I asked excitedly.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: "Guilty secret. " //Chandra Margaret// Talking to Christian isn't that bad. Knowing that we actually kinda have the same interest with books. "What did you do at the back?" Seah curiously ask. I shake my head. "Nothing. I found the book that I wanted to re-read."

"Samantha and Adrian, could you please get the books from my office? I forgot to distribute them yesterday." I was startled when she called Adrian’s name along with mine. We hadn’t spoken in over a week. I stood up and glanced at him. He smiled faintly at me as we made our way out of the room, neither of us saying a word at first. I heard him clear his throat. "How are you?" he asked, breaking the silence. I smiled back, realizing how different things felt now compared to before. "I’m good. I heard you went back to playing basketball?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded.

Liam kept his promise. He called every morning. Texted throughout the day. And stayed on video calls until Emma fell asleep. Every weekend, they watched movies together. Sometimes they even cooked together over video. Everything felt perfect. Everything felt normal. Until it didn't. Six months later. Emma sat on the couch staring at her phone. 10:47 PM. No message. No call. Nothing. She sighed and checked her screen again. Still nothing. Liam had promised to call at eight. It was almost eleven.

I was eagerly waiting for it. After all, We were going to talk to each other after one month. last time we talked on the cell phone, on 28 February, When his ship must have found its way to shore. I clearly remember that day, I randomly punched on his number while he was hovering in my brain, indeed he had overpowered my thinking. Undoubtedly, he ruled it. I was so happy as I was counting the days. He told me on twenty-eight February that he would be back after one month.

I heard a chuckle and then he said: “Well, I assumed you went for an early vacation without telling me. It’s been four days since I heard from you.” “What do you mean, four days? Yesterday afternoon was just our last conversation.” He burst into a laugh. “You roasted yourself under the sun maybe? It’s Friday now. The last time we talked was Monday.” My frown even deepened. “What do you mean we...” And then I paused, my eyes firmly set on the laptop’s date and time. It read eight minutes past twelve and May 15, 2015. I checked on his email, and it registered the same date, sent last nine in the morning. “Oh, my goodness.”

Doesn’t speak good of us either. Wonder what Celeste, his mom would say when she hears of everything. Which also reminds me, “I really haven’t spoken to her in a while.” I mumbled, glancing at my phone. Wondering if I should call, or just stay put. Last time we spoke was the week before Eliot brought his mistress home. Since then… I’ve just been so busy with getting my life together to even remember to check on her. “Well, she didn’t reach out to me either.” I grumbled, killing the thought.

I need you,'' -- FEBRUARY, 7TH. ''Do you want to hear a joke?'' I ask. As I cup onto my face, ''When was the last time we talked to each other?'' I let the moment of silent pass for a few seconds before bursting out into soft chuckles, letting my cheeks hurt due to smiling. ''Last year, duh. Get it? I mean . . . technically it has been two months since we've talked to each other but it was last year, if you get what I mean.'' I reply as I place his laptop on my lap.

It was good while it lasted: Dalia Penedo Salazar says: X, as of today we are no longer exclusive, virtually speaking. We will speak when we can and when we can’t, we speak by e-mail . I’m leaving now, I have to go to class. If we don’t talk anymore, have a nice trip to Switzerland and be very happy there. I’ll log off without expecting an answer from him. They say pulling out the wound at once relieves, but they never say the wound still hurts… like it hurts me now.

She said and I laughed out. “Yeah. Karma. How did it go though?” I asked her again. “It went well. As he's a sweet man for real. We didn't do anything. We just spoke. I don't remember the last time that I had a conversation with someone that long and that interesting. We've been talking everyday since that day.” She said with a wide smile on her face. “Aww…that's so cute.” I chipped in. “I know right.” She was smiling so hard I could see the lines on her cheeks. Wow. That's interesting. How would I even tell her about what I wanted to say?