Wish You Were Here Pictures Novels & Stories

"Wish you're still here" I whispered before I glance at the picture frame that was placed on my table. She's smiling like an angel and having a peace sign in the camera and I'm there beside her, looking at her while smiling. I miss you so much. I promised myself that I'm not going to cry or even got sad because it was my birthday but I can't help it because every time I will remember that she was not here anymore, It makes me sad. I miss you so much. Why do you need to die?

Under his expectant gaze, I shook my head. “It’s gone.” The last wish was gone. Just moments ago, I traded my life for my final wish. I tightened my grip on the sacred token in my hand and whispered his name, “Alex… I’m dragging you down with me!” He did not hear that part as he was answering a call from the hospital. He grabbed me and rushed to the hospital. “Valentina’s delivering, Lilian! Wish for her and the baby’s safety now!” Valentina Wilson was Alex’s childhood sweetheart. She claimed the baby in her womb was the reincarnation of an angel and that it needed the blessing of a mermaid to survive the birth.

Marry me, and then I will forgive you. “So you got angry just because I didn’t answer your question? If I answer your question and say that I’m jealous then you will not be happy. Samuel Wijaya is your best friend. So I can’t be jealous of him. That’s why I didn’t answer.” Happy Reading See you, and thanks for reading Make A Wish.

Not the kind of kitchen two lovebirds would share and claim to have had memories in. The thought of Salem and me being lovebirds made my skin crawl. The image felt foreign, unsettling. Odd, isn’t it? I’m supposed to love this man. "Do we have any wedding pictures?" I questioned as Salem abruptly drops the chopping board and knife he was washing. He paused. His back stiffened. His hand gripped to the corner of the sink. "We do," He slurred. Turning to me as he grabbed a napkin. "They're in our house." He added.

"What a buzzkill. It's Naomi's birthday today. Don't ruin the mood." Dozens of eyes locked on me, eager to watch me plead and make scenes like I always did. My pain from Wayne's cruel remarks had long been their sole source of entertainment. But today, they were in for a letdown. "Alright," I muttered. Then, I walked straight to the bedroom, closing the door behind me. My gaze drifted to the photo sitting on Wayne's nightstand. In it, his arm slung around a woman's shoulders, his smile radiant. It was his first love.

WU My eyes were swollen, and my vision hazed with the tears that threatened to fall. My gaze fixed on the photograph i held in my hands, this was black and white and the ends were already moist from the tears that had soaked the paper. "Sometimes i wish you were here. With me" I sobbed, shaking my head before turning away from the photo. The photo of both my dad and mum in her wedding dress, the only photo i had of both of them.

Leaning in, I looked at the laptop. “Wait, wait…go back. That last photo.” I pointed to the computer screen. “This one?” She clicked back and it showed a photo of what looked like the opening of the cafe. A woman stood with a group of three people. All of them were covered in paint but the one in the middle was glowing with happiness. “Zoom in.”

"She's Been Searching for Her Son for Two Decades. He Refuses to Explain Why He Rejected Her." The photo that was attached with the articles was an edited picture of me when I had emotionlessly ended the livestream last night and Felicity when she had cried in front of the camera. The contrast between both photos was stark. The comments section was filled with people expressing their opinions. Someone dug up the cases I had solved in the past and said, "I wonder if the people he helped in the past were just setups." "Someone like him depends on sob stories to gain views. He's getting cold feet now that he has to deal with an actual case."

"Still trying to act dumb with me? It's bad enough that Lettie's already in a terrible situation without you always attacking her for nothing. And now, you won't even let her breathe the same air as you?" He then showed me his phone screen. Leticia had posted a photo of two plane tickets in her hands, headed for Belbourne, on her Instagram story. The caption read, "Our flight's at 2:00 pm today. Big thanks to Ms. Jacobson for her help and kind words. I'll heed everything you say and start my life anew!" I'd been watching Instagram stories just now and never found anything about her. Obviously, this was a post just for "close friends", and maybe Austin was the only person who could view that

With that, she led Yvette up the stairs. When they entered the study, Yvette was taken aback. The room was not filled with books but with photographs. Furthermore, all the photos were of Jean and Tyler in their wedding attire. A hint of surprise flashed in Yvette's eyes. Jean said calmly, "I couldn't find a proper place to hang them when I was tidying up the place, so I decided to put them here instead." She continued, "We spent quite a lot of money on these. It would be a huge shame to throw them all away, so I just stored them all here."