Novel & Cerita Three Days Of Happiness

… Third-Person POV The next morning, the local news reported, "Last night, a speeding car caused a traffic accident and burst into flames. According to the latest updates, the remains of a young woman were discovered in the vehicle." In Rosa's hospital room, Luca handed her the last slice of orange and stood up. "I'll go check on that troublesome one." Rafael let out a scoff. "Why bother checking on her? Let her reflect on her own." Enzo had already headed toward the door. He still couldn't feel at ease. Valentina had just woken up, and she was still injured. The three of them walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to Valentina's hospital room.

Day 7 Another day. 23 days left. Patima woke up with a big grin on her face. Today is Sunday, they all plan to go to Church later, at 9 in the morning. She quickly gets up on her bed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then walks out of her bedroom after. She marathoned down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Patima, you look happy today" the said girl looked at the dining area and rolled her eyes.

“That’s not how this works. You can’t just throw yourself into danger and brush it off.” He looked at me, quiet for a second. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t say anything. He ran a hand down his face, leaned forward, elbows on the table. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “You did.” “I know.” There was a pause. He reached for the wine again, sipped. Then sat up straighter. “We got three days left here,” he said, suddenly changing the tone. I blinked. “What?” “Three days,” he repeated. “Then we go back to New York.”

****************** *THREE DAYS LATER* ANNA It's been three days. Three good days but yet nothing has come out of our hurrying up and down and it's just making me so sad. I've done everything I can and even went to the police station a couple of times but yet they've found no clue. I'm just tired of everything and think maybe jumping off a cliff would be better than all of this I'm going through. My head is literally on fire because of this and the sad truth is that there's nothing I can do.

otherwise I would have died of loneliness. ........... "Oh... my... baby.." I was swinging Hazel in my arms and cooing on her ears as she was sleeping soundly in my arms. I just don't want her to be away from me neither does she. I smile and stroke her cheek. It was my third day after all the tragic events occurred in my life. The void in my life can never be filled but there's a little hope of happiness because of Hazel. She's in my arms and I'll make sure that I'll not endanger her life like I did with Nadia.

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

"I'll get right on it." Three days had passed since the meeting with Mr. Sawyer, and Layla had yet to report back with any new information. I was growing impatient, and I was starting to get worried. Something about this whole situation felt off, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. I needed to know what Mr. Sawyer was up to, and I needed to know soon. I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Liam chased her while pretending to be a funny monster, while I took pictures of them both, saving every moment in my memory and in the camera. In the middle of those laughs, Liam suddenly pulled me into a hug from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I like seeing you like this,” he whispered. “Not tired, not pressured… free.” “If only days like this lasted forever,” I murmured. “They don’t need to last forever,” he answered. “Just one at a time. As long as we enjoy them.” His words calmed me. For the next three days, happiness filled our house: picnics in the park, reading books together with Elena, cooking together while making a mess, laughing at small things. It felt like I redisco

I had planned a Wednesday the way I'd spent five years planning everything with attention, with care, with the quiet intention of making something feel like it mattered. I stared at it all on the center console. "You planned this," I said. "You planned a thirty-day list," he said. "I planned a Wednesday." I didn't trust my voice right away. So I took one of the cups and held it with both hands and looked at the screen where the trailers were just starting and I breathed carefully, the way you breathe when you're trying to keep something from rising.

The light turned green. The cars behind me honked, dragging me out of my reverie. I wiped away the final traces of my feelings for Benjamin and drove off. The sun shone brightly ahead of me—my future looked bright, too. … Three years later, I participated in a global documentary competition and won. After the competition, I gave my fans autographs. I'd spent the past three years throwing myself into charity work and filming documentaries. I traveled the world with my colleagues, recording the lives of creatures that were bordering extinction.