This Is The Time Of Our Lives นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We still had all the time in the world, so everything was going to be okay, right? Right? *****

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!

“Let’s just say I am tired of hearing you guys argue about what you like or not all day. I don’t want to return to work on Monday. I want this weekend to last forever.” “Trust me, I feel you. Maddison on the other side doesn’t have to work for shit. How nice. No wonder she loves the summer.” “Come on, Clara. It’s not like you work too.” Maddison rolled her eyes. “But I do, I am a proud florist. It’s not much but I make an income.” “I make an income too. By tolerating my parents and their life of drama.” Maddison sighed. “Our parents all have drama written across their foreheads.”

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

The stain of perspiration was visible on my chest in the sundried red sleeveless T-shirt that I donned. "Time heals all. Time is the beginning of life and ends at death. Time is the boss. Yesterday's time can never be reclaimed, but today and tomorrow are ours to decide what we do with that time. Time is master. Time is key. For without it, we could never be."

Sure, we have the rest of our lives together, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to wait another second. THE END

On our terms. In our time.

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

We were out of time. This was only the beginning.

"And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives Where we're gonna be when we turn twenty five I keep thinking times will never change Keep on thinking things will always be the same But when we leave this year, we won't be coming back No more hanging out 'cause we're on a different track And if you got something that you need to say You better say it right now 'cause you don't have another day Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down These memories are playing like a film without sound And I keep thinking of that night in June I didn't know much of love But it came too soon And there was me and you And then we got real cool Stay at home talking on the telephone with me We'd get s