The Moments Novels & Stories

Section five: The Moment. The moment is when they say the thing to each other. Everything else is in service of the moment. The moment should be protected not rushed, not decorated beyond what it needs, not surrounded by things that dilute it. Just them, saying the thing, with the people who love them witnessing it. That's all the moment needs to be. I read that section twice. I thought about my grandmother. About some things just need to be stood in. "Mila," I said. She looked at me.

÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ "You look gorgeous Camilita!" There she goes with that ugly name. Since it's a lunch date, I've just gone for a flary yellow dress and a simple pair of wedges. Nothing much. Just simple. Mom stares at me sternly. "Do you really like this Eric guy?" I roll my eyes. "Ofcourse! That's why I'm going on a date with him." "Just remember, you don't have to force things, let it flow." I hear the doorbell ring. Eric is here!

Santiago nodded in approval and they headed for the stairs and stood back against the wall, then a click was heard and light illuminated the area but their position was still shrouded in darkness. They listened closely till they heard footsteps retreat and Chez peeped to be sure she was gone. When the coast was clear, he motioned for Santiago to follow his footsteps and he did. Swiftly they got into the room but as Santiago was heading for the window, Chez seemed a little distracted. " Dude, in case you've forgotten, we've got a five minute timer against us" he reminded his partner. " I know, I'm only contemplating how much of a devil I am if this little angel dies" Chez says with a hint of

I want her to know that there is still someone who will always be there for her, I want to be that someone whom she can always lean on when she is broken, that someone whom she can walk with when she is too afraid to walk alone. I want to be that sister she has never had and I want to play the role of the elder sister she has always seen me to be. Now that I am here with her, I will make sure to help her get back on her feet again. I will always be there for her in her darkest moments, this I promise with my hand on my chest. Jessa’s POV We arrive at Notting Hill exactly thirty minutes later and I decide to have a nap, the jet lag getting to me.

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

I’m so lucky to experience this moment. As the music reaches its crescendo, so does the tension between us. Our movements become more urgent, more fervent, as if we're trying to capture the essence of this fleeting moment before it slips away. And then, in a final, breathtaking dip, the tension breaks, and a knowing smile passes between us.

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We walked toward Kiran and I gave her hand to him, as he opened the dance floor, and showed an Alpha’s acceptance of a new member. I took my mother’s hand, and led her to the dance floor. “You look beautiful, Mom.” It was true. She had a different beauty than Saga. She had pale skin and fair hair, but she was still beautiful, inside and out. “You look very handsome yourself,” she said, and I smiled. “I’m sorry I just left like that,” I said, and she hugged me, forcing us to stop dancing. “I love you, Kai,” she said. I danced with Saga next, her head resting on my chest with her eyes closed. I handed her over again to Uncle James, then it was Malachi’s turn to dance with her. Levi lasted only

ONE WEEK LATER They say time heals, but no one mentioned how slowly it crawls when the world you once lived in turns it back on you. It had been a long, slow draining week for me as I had lived in rewind— replaying every mistake, every word and all the moments that led me here. My mum never mentioned what had happened. Not even for once. I don't even think we have exchanged glances since then. Well, apart from the normal daughter-to-mother greeting that we exchanged.

He felt the risk, the cost of saying anything at all in a system that remembered everything. But he also felt something else. Momentum. Not the kind that rushed forward. The kind that held. Varenth was learning to speak without concluding. And in that suspended space—between action and accounting—the city was discovering a truth the ledger could not compress: Some moments mattered because they were shared. Not because they were resolved. The clocks kept ticking. But more and more often, people let the moment stand—unmeasured, unfiled—long enough to belong to them first.