Till We Meet Again Novels & Stories

I was eager and happy to hear his voice after a long while. As I turned to face him, time seemed to slow down and my heart sank at the sight of the person beside him. “ Elsie sweetie, meet Ethan Gomez, My business associate.” In a twinkle of an eye, I felt my whole world crumbling! ‘ No! This can be happening to me. Damn!!!

“Then tell me… what am I supposed to do?” “If you really want to see me,” I said after a long pause, my voice steady, “go and get that burial plot I told you to buy. We’ll meet there one last time.” The day we agreed to meet, the sky was dark with clouds. The burial plot Isaac had purchased was located on the outskirts of the city. The surroundings were peaceful, lined with tall pine trees swaying gently in the wind. This was the only respect I could give the child who never had the chance to come into this world.

And I do not want that to happen. “But, why not?” He asked me with a confused look. “I will make it up to you, Mari. I promise I will not let you down this time, and… and I will not keep any secret from you anymore.” He explained promising something far from happening. “Because we are done, Alex. From this day onwards, I don’t wanna see your face ever again. You hear me?” I confidently stated before walking out of the mall.

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he sighed heavily, the weight of his words evident in his voice. "I met her during a business meeting outside of New York. It was an unconventional introduction, as she accidentally spilled food on my shirt." Alex chuckled, but the laughter held a hint of anguish and sorrow. "And then, fate brought us together again in New York. Her name was Sarah Micheline, and we kept crossing paths unexpectedly."

Actually, he served Esther's meal and Nicole's meal. "Great work!" Shane said at about 9pm. "I think we should call it a day. Let's meet very early tomorrow morning. If anything else pops up, do not hesitate to give me a call," Shane said and his subordinates sighed in relief as they dispersed. Soon the office was empty. Shane tarried into the night. He tried to remember the particular case that he had worked on that seemed similar to the case at hand but nothing popped up. It was 2am, Shane was going through the details of Esther's call history when he suddenly yelled.

It's exhausting. UndA: oh, sorry about that. I hope it gets better. Violetsaregrey: What would you say if I wanted to meet the person behind the screen? Silence slowly swallowed the atmosphere. I watched in anticipation as the dots pranced back and forth, he was typing. It took more than a minute for the response to come in. UndA: No, I'm afraid that's not possible. Ouch, the ache in my chest won't go away. Violetsaregrey: okay, for now, or forever? :'(

“Thank you, ladies, but I should—” “Don’t worry, dear. We meet every Tuesday if you want to join us again,” Tilly offers, and I catch them elbowing each other with knowing glances. Warmth spreads across my cheeks, and I feel the blush rise despite myself.

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

My thoughts race as I stand up, trying to piece it together. “Please, let's go. It means you are crucial and without you, the meeting wouldn't begin.”