Wait 1000 Years Novels & Stories

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

You’re probably being paranoid But the words didn’t even convince me. Still, I couldn’t not take it now. I had to know. Because if I didn’t know, I’d be walking into tomorrow’s flight with more than just luggage, I’d be carrying a question mark the size of the sky. I peed on the stick, set it on the counter, and forced myself to breathe. It was supposed to take three minutes. But time warped around me like I’d stepped into a different dimension. I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until I looked down and saw it.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

It would return next year. Silvyr pressed herself against the glass, watching the direction it flew. "Will it come back next year?" Silas placed his hand on her head. Her other little knot had gone crooked too. He didn't fix it. "It will. It knows the way." "How do you know?" "It comes back every year." "You waited three hundred years... did it come back every year?" "Every year." Silvyr thought for a moment. "What did you think about, when you were waiting for it?"

Whoever is running this simulation better install the update soon. Speaking of updates, technology has gotten so fast that we complain about a five-second buffering time as if it’s medieval torture. Imagine explaining that to someone from the 1800s: “Yes, I became very impatient because my invisible signal didn’t send my moving picture across the world instantly.” They’d probably throw their monocle into the ocean and walk away. Meanwhile, in 2025, we’re begging apps to load faster because our brains have adjusted to microwave-level speed for everything.

"How about we make a promise?" I stare at him. "A promise?" He bites his lower lip, nodding mysteriously. "I will give you ten years—if you have found no one by then, I will come and find you." "TEN YEARS?! THAT'S WAY TOO LONG!" Finn lifts an eyebrow, and I realize the stubborn fairy can't be negotiated with—it's ten goddamn years or nothing. "Fine," I mutter. "But how do you intend to find me if the portals are closed?"

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Sera looked at him for a long moment. Then she nodded. "All right," she said. His exhale was slow. "All right," he said back. Outside the study window the southern tree line sat dark against the winter sky. Somewhere beyond it, beneath the frozen ground, something old was bleeding through the earth and waiting. It had been waiting for three centuries. It could wait a little longer. But not much.

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

"This... this... how is this possible? Can you... can you see me?" A surprised voice sounded in the air. "Is there anything difficult?" Samuel smiled slightly. "Difficult?" The voice in the air laughed. "Do you know how long it took for the last person to see me?" "1,700,006,000 years!!" 1.7,000,006,000 years? Hearing this number, Samuel frowned. What kind of concept was this? Even if a year was casually used to count, a year every second, it could be counted for nearly 80 years! After Samuel was shocked, he felt a little sympathy for a person, who had spent a total of 1.7 billion years.