Those Days Novels & Stories

It left me no time to dwell on anything else. Cristiano came by every day, bringing coffee, lunch, and even late-night snacks. "You don't have to keep doing this," I said. "People might get the wrong impression." "What's wrong with that?" he replied matter-of-factly. "I'm your senior. It's only natural that I take care of you." It didn't take long for my colleagues to start teasing me. "Lena, Cristiano is really good to you. He delivered coffee every day like clockwork. We don't get that kind of service."

I kept a close eye on Alicia's streaming antics. I found out that in three days, she planned to have Tony take on monstrous waves, some as high as buildings. Tony was just a kid, barely taller than a surfboard! When the day came, my parents and I were glued to the stream, faces all tense. They believed my worries, not a shred of doubt–nothing like Jeff! My eyes started to water. If only I had listened to them and not married Jeff out of pity!

And that's when I understood— Those five days weren't just a vacation. They were proof that even something brief can be enough to fight for an entire tomorrow.

FEHINTOLA Later that day. 2:30pm. Day 3 of the festivities. “Fehintii, I’m sorry, but you understand the implications of what I said yesterday, right?” Dami asked, his voice low as he worked beside me. I turned to face him, my movements slow and deliberate.

“I know.” Outside, the lake was dark. Inside, the fire was high. 347 days left. No contract. No countdown. Just a throne. Just a war. Just us.

“You know something about me.” He said nothing. “You knew I was afraid yesterday.” His eyes didn't move. “You knew I was angry today.” Still nothing. “And you keep looking at me like you're waiting for me to remember something.” His gaze sharpened. My heartbeat stumbled. I hadn't meant to say that last part. But the second it left my mouth, I knew I'd hit something. “What am I supposed to remember?” I asked. Luca slowly placed the glass down. “You ask too many questions.”

May 9 of 2030 came in and Andrew, as he had always been for the last five years, woke up with a hangover. But that day, he woke up with the ID card in his hands kept safe in his chest. That was the only remnant that was left with him after the accident.

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"Can't we just cuddle all day? It's quite cold today. It's nice to just stay here." "No. We have to complete the six days because tomorrow, we are going to make the scrapbook and photo albums." For memories, you said. As much as I don't want to overthink especially at this morning when I just woke up, I couldn't help, but hint the suspiciousness. But at the end of the day, just like what happened on the past few days when I was on the same state, I still chose to push the doubts aside because I am scared to find out.

I prepared some black stew, I sat on the table I stared at the wall from top to bottom. "These are the number of days I have used here. Today is Day 301."