Novel & Cerita The Moment Like This

It was our high school's sports field. It was summer break, and the school was deserted. When I stepped onto the field, Scott was already waiting under the sycamore tree. The moment he saw me, he rushed over and pulled me into a fierce hug. He held me so tightly and strongly, like he wanted to make me into a part of him. I felt something warm and wet fall on my neck. He was crying.

The damage Unclear. Her chest tightened painfully. Because this This was the moment they almost broke. And this time There might not be a way back.

Dark room, soft music but there are no tight hugs. I grabbed the bucket of beer and the bowl of mixed popcorn and chocolate as I walked past the giant screen art installation virtual waves on the wall, giving an anamorphic illusion. I momentarily placed the bucket of beers at the floor as I unlocked the veranda. I scanned the area. It was so peaceful that you could only hear the soft onshore waves and the crickets of the animals. I grabbed the body sized towel and placed it as my mat as I opened the beer using a spoon. I halted for a second, looking at the stars as I fiddle with my beer.

CHAPTER 4 “Flowers grow out of the dark moments.” – Corita Kent MELODY POV As It Was by Harry Styles busted loud and savagely through the speakers mounted into the walls of the gym at my parents’ house. As the song slowly but harmoniously drifted to the end, I punched the button on the treadmill, causing the pad to decrease its pace until it came to a complete stop. Just in time as the song finished.

"Just let me have this moment. Let me have this memory. Let me keep this forever. Let me hold onto this. Let me never let go. Let me have this one thing. This one perfect thing. This one perfect moment." The seconds stretch. His lips hover near mine. So close I can almost taste them. So close I can almost feel them. So close I can almost believe this is real. So close I can almost forget everything else. So close I can almost stop thinking. So close I can almost let go. So close I can almost surrender. My hand finds his chest. His heart is racing. His breath is fast. His skin is warm. His body is trembling. His soul is open. His eyes are closed. His lips are parted.

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.

This was the beginning of forever, and it was more beautiful than I had ever imagined. The moment our lips part, the crowd erupts into cheers, their voices blending into a symphony of joy and celebration. Laughter echoes, glasses clink, and hands reach out to offer congratulations, each touch grounding me further into this reality. My heart is pounding, my breath shaky—not from nerves but from the overwhelming realization that this is it. This is my forever.

No subtle stretch. Just his heartbeat beneath my ear. My breath against his chest. The world continuing exactly as it should. And this time, the space between moments feels like trust.

I know I'll keep on saying this, that moments come and moments go, only this time, my moment is right now and it's only the beginning of me living. The End.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> No matter where life takes us after today, whatever roads our pups walk or seasons change this garden, a part of us will always live in this exact moment. Some moments do not end when they end. They just become part of you. And I will carry this one, all of it, for the rest of whatever comes next.