Romans & histoires That Wasn't Supposed To Happen

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had already gone wrong. And this night…. Wasn’t going to go the way I planned.

There was no way this was happening right now. Shit.

The life that I envisioned for us both. The life that will never happen.

Including from me. That wasn't a part of the plan.

I had almost let it happen. What the hell was I doing?

Pretend it never happened? Fuck.

This was the thing she had not let herself believe would happen. And it had happened. And she had no idea what came next.

The weight of what almost happened. What still might.

It's like taking the staircase in the dark not having the faintest idea about which stairs will give way and send you tripping down the staircase. It is terrifying knowing that something unanticipated may happen to disrupt your plan. Well, Such is life. And now, the very big birthday bash the Jordans had been plotting for four-five good months had gone down the drain and their daughter is injured as a result. What an irony indeed! But it is what it is.

Why didn’t I think of this? What was happening?