Someday Maybe Novels & Stories

Xoxo, Sophia I shut my journal and check my phone. ELS: It was not cold when I got it. Maybe you should wake up early. ME: Maybe you shouldn't keep me up all night. ELS: Maybe you should not look so damn sexy when you wake up from your bad dreams. ME: Maybe you should get back to work, I love you. ELS: I am out of here by two, then swinging by my sister’s. I’ll call you when I leave. By the way, Maybe we could go see your dad soon, because Maybe I want you to meet my family on Saturday.

Then maybe we'd get our happy ending after all. Just not today. Not yet. Not until I was ready. But someday. Hopefully someday soon. That was enough. For now. That hope was enough.

Someday. Someday she will leave me. So I need this now. I need her as long as she can stand me. When she's gone and I'm broken, I'll have nothing but these memories in the dark to keep me glued together. Or drive me completely insane. Yes, that's a very distinct possibility, too—and I no longer care.

I could just think about crying and the fountain is on. It’s just too much for me to handle. I quickly get out of bed and rush to the kitchen to microwave the cold pizza from yesterday or the day before? I wasn’t sure. But I put in anyways and I set the timer. I rush back to the bathroom taking a quick bath. The only a* pay is so good and I get an extra bonus cause I am pregnant. The shop owner was so nice and welcoming and so homey. I think that has to be the only friend in my life right now.

Evelina said. "Okay. It's ready! Let's go!" said Rissa. They left on foot not far from their school. They walk to school, Rissa who is holding Evelina's hand as usual. Evelina asks Rissa, "Are you home alone again?" "Yes it's ... I live alone," Rissa replied. "Do you want to have breakfast with me at my house tomorrow?" offered Evelina. Rissa shook her head, she said it was okay and said that her older brother would come tonight.

Then I lay back on the mattress, closed my eyes, and let out a long, slow breath. Enjoy tonight, Kane. Both of you. Because tomorrow morning, when the sun comes up and every card stops working and every account runs dry, I want to see exactly how strong that "connection" of yours really is.

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 31𝑠𝑡, 1977 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒.

“We’ve still got tomorrow.” For the first time in a long time, tomorrow felt less like something waiting for me and more like something I couldn’t wait to meet. It felt like a promise.

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

There were no lies to tell, no schemes to plot, no roles to play, I was the real me, lived my life and I didn't mind what people might say. I gulped down another round of barley, water, yeast and hops and strode slowly to the balcony, picking up my annoying cellular device from the small wooden table next to the glass balcony doors. The sun had risen in its full glow in Hawaii and had given the city a beautiful golden-colored glimmer. I should do this more than once a year. I thought as I breathed in the morning. It was just wonderful until the phone began to ring again, cutting off my little pleasure. Now vexed, I clicked the receiver button and selected the loud speaker option on the scree