Until We Meet Again Novels & Stories

She rubs down to my back and smack my butt before covering the bottle. " Silly." I mumble and sleep on my back as i stretch my body on the towel. " So what's gonna happen once we go back to New York?" Piper asks. " Simple , we gonna read for exams all night." Brandon says and rolls his eyes at us. He gives us our drinks and we sit up. I fold my legs and glance around the beach. My phone rings and I look down at the dialer. Gray. I stand up and excuse the guys to answer.

She pulled back breathlessly. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I missed you,” I kissed her again and I could hear my friends teasing me from behind. “Dude, we have our exams in like 5 minutes. You can do this all day after that. Now move your ass,” It was Dan. I gave him a death glare. “All the best, I’ll be waiting for you in the library.” She smiled and we said our goodbyes.

He asked. I turned away and faced the other side. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer,” He said. “But just remember there are times when we feel so lonely, there are times when we feel so left out, when we feel like everyone has abandoned us but just remember we are going to be fine at the end, if we all struggle, survive and boldly face everything thrown to us. There is this saying ‘everything happens for a reason” He added. “Remember that.” The doctor said and left.

I pulled out my phone and, as if possessed, opened his social feed. The latest post—uploaded an hour ago—was a grid of photos: a birthday cake and red wine. Even though the background had been blurred, I recognized it instantly as our apartment. The caption read: [She said she only spends important days with me. She and I—that's what 'us' really means.] My fingers stiffened as I scrolled down.

I was already losing mental clarity. I hugged Oliver fiercely, pressing my head to his heart. "Oli, do you remember what we said before? We said that we wanted to get married in Slovegia and that we wanted to see the northern lights. Well, we're here now…" Even I wasn't sure what I'd said after that. Only when Oliver started calling my name over and over again did I finally see his face clearly. He was such an ugly crier. I asked Oliver to find me some alcohol, telling him that I wanted to drink.

It’s never been tested on humans. I did not hesitate. [All you need to know is that I consent. You said that if I agreed, you’d fulfill one wish of mine. I want you to fake my death. Make it look like an accident.] This time, it took a long while before a message came back. [Deal.]

Till we meet again…. Soundtrack: stressed out by twenty-one pilots

Three fucking days to overcome everything standing between us and functional harmony. If I were a betting man, I wouldn't put money on our chances. My phone buzzes with a text from Finley: Meeting in 20. Secure wing common area. So it begins.

"That's good to hear from you. So, we will talk to her again. We'll not surrender until she listens to us. Good luck to us." "You're right. God luck to us and hoping for the best outcome. This is for our friend who needs us again."

"awkward right? But we are going to be their special person, right? So I think we should be nice to each other. After all, it's their wedding." I smiled. "True. So peace and no war?" I've lost count of how many times we promised to be civil with each other. "Yeah. Till the wedding day, I guess?" he gave a loop-sided smile. "so... Will you show me the place now?"