This Is The Time Of Our Lives Novels & Stories

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

He explained Cece was too busy being lost in the moment of pain and then clarity. She no longer felt Death's touch, but she heard him whisper goodbye. When I wake up, the concept of time is lost on me. I have no idea when I am. The sun peeks through my curtains, and I look down at myself. I grab my chest, noting that they're the same size, and I throw the blankets off of me. The doors to my room slam open, and my maids rush in, holding my gowns and tsking at the sight of my hair.

My time gradually filled up with fulfilling hobbies and activities, and my pain faded with time. Just as I thought that everything was moving in the right direction, Charles suddenly reappeared in my life. One night, I had just gotten off work when my phone rang with a call from an unfamiliar number. "Cindy, it's me." My heart sank when I heard the familiar voice on the other end. "Cindy, I want to see you," Charles said, his voice cautious and pleading. "I need to talk to you. Can we meet?" "There's nothing left for us to talk about," I said coldly, rejecting him outright.

"We're very happy." Carson's father cleared his throat. "This is quite sudden, isn't it? Are you sure about this, son?" "We've never been more sure of anything, Dad," Carson said firmly. "After everything that's happened, we know life's too short to waste time. We love each other, and we want to be a real family for Charlie." There was another pause, then Carson's father spoke again, his voice softer now. "Well then, congratulations to you both. When's the big day?"

If you really are true, help me get out of here. My breath can't last any longer. Maybe this is really how I'm going to die. I hope so. In the place where I will be, I will forget all the pain I've experienced. Please, just let me remember all the happy memories... just the happy ones. No one's POV "Time is the one who brings changes. Even if we do not want to, it is impossible to keep things the way they used to be." The old man gazed at the moon.

“Nothing matters more than this. Not the job. Not the titles. Not being right. Just being there. For your wife. For your children. For the moments that pass too fast to hold onto.” He scanned the room until his eyes found Gaby, tears already streaming down her face. “We can earn millions, even billions,” Kyle added, “but we can never turn back time. We can never wish harder for one more bedtime story, one more walk in the park.” “You’ll forget sometimes. We all do. You’ll wonder if you’re doing enough. You’ll feel guilty for leaving early... and guilty for staying too long. But remember this, son—your time is your greatest currency now. Spend it wisely.”

I suddenly had the urge to throw all my pictures. I noticed we've been together for too long so I took out my phone and look at the time. It was already midnight and I heard his tummy grumbling that made me chuckle. His face suddenly went red and it was the best sight I've ever seen in my entire life comparing to the countries I visited. " Shall we eat now?" I asked him and the date thingy popped up on my mind. And why the fvck should I asked if we will eat? Of course we will, Damn!!!

And it was enough. For now. For today. For this moment. It was enough. And that was all we needed. One day at a time. One choice at a time. One breath at a time. Living. Finally, really, truly living. Together. Always together. No matter what came next.

Soft low music plays as we make our way up the isle; Holden behind me with his parents and up to the alter we go. We reach the alter all too soon, and I find myself singing along to the soft song as I fiddle with my cuff links. "I wish I could keep you all of my life The way that I feel for you inside This is my moment This is my perfect moment with you This is my moment This is my perfect moment With you, with you.." How true are those lyrics? This is the moment; my moment; our moment. Lizzie, Holden and I forever. God I sound gay!

“Everyone knows who you are. News here travels as fast as light in the morning. I can tell you what happened five minutes ago upstairs without batting an eye.’’ I rolled myself, catching on tio her irony. “Please dont waste my time, i have much more important things to…” “Time. All you have here is time my dear.’’ she interrupted. “We all claim to have important things to do. But at the end of it we get tired and spend an eternity here. And we realize that all we have is time.” Her words sunk and diced into me like a blade. And I failed to understand how it is that one could be that calm about the idea of living with her for the rest of their life. “NO!I'm not going to stay here. Weston will