The Next 365 Days Novelas e Histórias

One day at a time. Together.

My body is already craving more. And we still have three more days on this island.

Build it. Every single day.

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I don't want to give him any wrong hints. Only fifteen days are remaining and then it will be over. It will be over, right?...

"I would love to know when I am going, and how much is the deal," Olivia let out relaxing on the chair. Mr. Braxton had a troubled look as he didn't seem to know how Olivia is going I take the news. Clearing his throat, he prepared himself to tell her the truth. "The three days are the twelve, thirteen, and fourteen of this month," he said. The expression on Olivia's face hardened immediately as she couldn't believe her eyes. "What? you don't mean it right? are you both kidding me? meaning I'm left with barely a day to prepare myself for the trip? for Christ's sake, I am a human and not a robot," she said.

"You're burning out. Completely burning out. Tyler, you can't keep doing this." "Thirty-seven more days." The number was all I had. "Just thirty-seven more days until Mandy's home. I can survive thirty-seven more days."

I guess today is gonna be a long day for the three of us. itsclarixass

“Home. Us home.” _Silence. PCH. 2:31 PM._ Adrian driving. 72 BPM. One hand on wheel. One hand holding mine. “Day 38,” Adrian said. Quiet. So Isla didn’t hear. But she did. Always hears. “We did a crowd. We did school. We did Mother’s Day. In public. No panic. No Cayman. No Reese.” “Day 38,” I said. Squeezed his hand. “25 days left. Until June 2nd. Until ‘both’ starts. For real.”

I set it down carefully, my full attention on the phone. "When?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "Thirty days from today. October twentieth." The kitchen seemed to tilt slightly. I gripped the edge of the counter. "Thirty days," I repeated, the words not quite processing. Braham's head snapped up from his laptop, his eyes locking onto mine with sudden intensity.