Too Much Time Novels & Stories

"U-Use to b-bad. G-Good f-feels w-weird good. I-I'm not g-good e-enough for g-good. C-Confused." "Oh doll," Timothy sighed, reaching over to pull me into a hug. My sniffles turn into whimpers and choked sobs as I sunk into the warmth he provided. It was too much. They were too much. I didn't know what to do anymore. "Your thinking too much. Actually, your overthinking." "T-Thinking?" I hiccuped.

Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. " Sadly, a lot of people miss this. " " And that's why they are in trouble... Running around with the consequences of wrong timing. " " It's really saddening. " " Indeed. " .... A/N : What do you think, guys?

“Can you guys stop now? We've wasted more than enough time, time is running out. Else we will be eating dinner late if we waste away time.” “Yeah. True…”

The universe, of course, ignored me. “Onaha!” my boss barked from behind the espresso machine. Mr. Kurt was in his usual state of mild combustion—tie crooked, face flushed, and eyes twitching like he hadn’t slept since 1999. “Where were you? I needed those muffins five minutes ago!” I dropped the trays on the counter with a smirk. “Technically, I was here five minutes ago. Time is just… subjective.” His jaw twitched. “Don’t start with your philosophy nonsense.”

When Claire heard this, she quickly waved her hand and said awkwardly, “How could I have so much free time? I still have to manage and take care of the company, and I also have to take care of my family. I would still be able to force it and make time for it if I were to go out for three to five days, but a month is too long, and it cannot be done at all...” Kathleen had a serious expression as she said, “Claire, haven’t you heard people often say this? Time is like something a woman has... if you squeeze it, there will still be something...” Claire was a little embarrassed, and she touched her forehead as she said helplessly, “One month is really too long. Not to mention the fact that I do

Running out of time. And this time— if I don’t get it right— I won’t get another chance.

I cut him off. He froze. “Including this promise,” I said, “you’ve now said things like this to me exactly one hundred times. Every single time, you said next time would be different. And every single time, you broke your promise.” “Isabella—” “Let me finish.” Even I was surprised by how calm my voice sounded. “Luca, during the eight years we were engaged, I never regretted loving you. But after leaving you, I finally realized how miserable my life actually was.”

“These are all small things. I can fix them. If you don’t like the three of us hanging out together, then from now on, we won’t all meet up at the same time. “Whatever else is bothering you, just tell me. I’ll change. I swear—” I cut him off, feeling irritated. “They’re not small things. My feelings were never small. “Honestly, we were done a long time ago, whether you see it or not. “Stop calling me. I really don’t want to have to change my number.” I hung up and blocked the unfamiliar number. I stayed busy once the semester started, and it felt good. I joined ROTC, and before I knew it, I had gotten pretty tan in just a couple of weeks.

Drink up and go, perhaps . Blue light. Vibration. “Sorry, fox :( I was late on the set, I don’t have time. Come to me? I have to hang around here for another hour ...” "Let's get bold?" “Just a little %) Kitty, well, please ... I don’t want to waste the time that I could be with you ...”

"Maybe your internal clock is just as broken as your personality," she called back. "Or maybe," I countered, "you were so busy losing your mind that you lost track of time altogether. It’s a common side effect of actually being satisfied for once. Don't worry, I won't charge you for the overtime."