Wherever You Are Mga Nobela at Kwento

𝙄'𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞� �� 𝙤𝙛!

I said. "Someone." He corrected. "Something." "Someone." "Something, I wasn't thinking about anyone." I defended myself. "Ok. Moreover, your voice is so soft that even if you shout it seems like you are talking normally." He said and laughed a little, Apeksha and Smita did the same and Aaryan chuckled. I looked at him through the mirror and once our eyes met, I felt that zoo moment again. how am I even going to survive the whole journey?

“Huh?” “This.” She gave a vague wave. “Leave something on my desk or see if anyone dropped anything?” He shook his head. “Nah. Haven’t been near your desk. Didn't see anyone either.” “Right,” she murmured. “Okay. Thanks.” That was weird, and kind of sweet. Ava smiled, folding the note gently and slid it into the inner pocket of her bag. It didn’t matter who sent it. Maybe someone was just… being kind. Still, it stayed with her all morning. Whenever the day tried to pull her under, she thought of it and smiled.

Excitement was inevitable. “It’s a thing of past life. I mean, it is possible that what you said is the truth. But it is also possible that it could be your brain messing up the facts. All in all, in either way, you have to find out.” James replied back, putting down the tea cup in its saucer.

“𝐻𝑒𝑦? 𝐼𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑚.” “𝐴-𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒.. 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒?”

Whatever you do, wherever you may be and whomever you may love, I hope you feel peace and I hope you know love. Sooooooo Drum roll please Let's begin.

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Twenty if the gods were smiling? I sat down on the sofa, feeling the cheap springs groan under my weight, and scanned the QR code on the sticky table. A brightly coloured menu popped up on my phone. "Coffee," I whispered to myself. "I need a gallon of coffee. Intravenously, if possible."

“Regardless of the place, no matter if we’re in America, Italy, or Cancun… You're always my home.” ㅤ ㅤ — The end.

"I'm not moving." Nate laughed. "Good." He sat at the opposite end. Max looked at him. "You're really going to sit all the way over there?" "It's a couch." "There are two cushions between us." "Exactly." "Why?" Nate shrugged. "Personal space." Max smiled. "Sure." He shifted closer. Nate looked at him. Max shifted another inch. "Max." "What?" "You're invading my personal space." "You don't look bothered." Nate opened his mouth.