The Day Before Yesterday Book Novels & Stories

I intend to arrive fully. She has arrived fully. In eleven hours, she will be forty-five years old in the second life. The same age she was when the first one ended. She closes the notebook. The kitchen holds all three of them — the lamp, the cooking, and the two notebooks open at opposite ends of the table. The city outside is doing its October Tuesday thing. Tomorrow is the birthday. Tonight is the night before the birthday, which is its own thing, quieter and more specific. She has been here before, in the first life — the night before forty-five, the last night of the forty-fourth year, the final hours before the Tuesday that would be Tuesday in ways she could not have predicted.

I'm just tired. "Ughh, piss off!" trying to find the alarm half asleep was no task for the faint of heart. Still feeling a bit miserable from the night before, of course, I'd forget to switch the alarm off. Refusing to open my eyes I sat up continued to search for my phone, accepting defeat I opened my eyes and saw my phone on the floor next to a book. Opening the covers I picked up my phone and the book only to find that it was the book I'd read the day before but how did it get here? Deciding it would be better not to ask questions or to even try to understand I placed the book on my nightstand and walked to open the curtains and make my bed.

"B u t... s t i l l... i t... i s... a... n e w... d a y. N e w... d a y... m e a n s... n e w... p a g e... A m... I... r i g h t?" Hyun smiled while Giselle knitted her brows seeing him walking towards the table where the book was lying. He wanted to pick the book while Giselle scoffed. "H y u n.

"As I've said many times before, we're no longer an item." With that, I turned to leave without another backward glance. Right before I entered the library again, I spotted Zachary from the corner of my eye, still standing at the same spot. His gaze was glued to me, and when he noticed I had faltered in my tracks, his eyes lit up with hope. I didn't stop moving and stepped through the entrance of the library. It was only later that I learned some interesting things through my roommates' gossip.

Maya woke Saturday morning to gray light and the sound of rain. She lay still, listening. The drops were steady. Today was the last day. Tomorrow, she would leave. Her phone buzzed. David: Same spot. Noon. Bring the book. She sat up. The floor was cold. She pulled on socks. The book was on her nightstand. David's copy. The margins filled with his handwriting. She'd read it again last night. His notes. His thoughts. The things he'd underlined.

Alex ordered, his face hard. "Well," he walked around Alex. "Time stood still and we were like spectators to what it was like before creation, a black, dark void of complete nothingness. The day was the first day of a new age. Everything has begun again. As before, we have the coming of a star, a comet to light our way, and a treasure, to unlock the unknown." "That is what is in the book," Alex said, still not satisfied. "Let's find it then."

**The Next Day...** As dawn broke, a gentle light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. When Alex finally stirred from his deep slumber, he realized that he was still curled up in the same position from the previous night. He couldn’t recall when exactly exhaustion had embraced him, but he distinctly remembered the comfort of resting his head on Anjali's lap, drowning in tears yet finding solace in her presence. After a decade of tumult, the morning air felt invigorating, as if it had lifted a weight he had carried for far too long.

A file titled “Who Was I Before You?” My pulse kicks up. Is Viola also a fan of the book? I step closer. And then I see it. Character profiles. Development notes. Unreleased chapters. I don’t move. I don’t even breathe. My brain pieces it together faster than I can process it. Viola is Shortstuff002. She wrote Who Was I Before You? The book I’ve been addicted to for months. The book I couldn’t stop thinking about. The book that felt so familiar. The book that, deep down, felt like her. It was her. Viola. The woman I left behind.

And today I learned engaged feels like Day 1 but warmer. Day 1 I cried. Day 204 I cried too. But different tears. Day 1 tears: scared. Day 204 tears: safe. We are not closing book. We are writing new chapter. With straight lights. And $22. And ring. And balcony. And forever.

I asked, a bit annoyed. If I had known that, I could have prevented everything that happened yesterday and dealt with Jessie myself! Fryster frowned "Are you not done with the second book I gave you? It's there," He took the book and opened it. He seemed to have memorized everything inside the book because he just opened the page directly without even trying to check anything. He placed the book in front of me and pointed to a line that talked about Alpha Xavier not collecting things from people. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. To think that it was the page I was reading before the incident happened yesterday... If I had given just a minute longer, I would have read it and avoi