Words To Wake Me Up When September Ends の小説・ストーリー

Rain lashes against the windows of Lucas's penthouse, distorting the city lights into watery smears of color. Thunder rolls across the sky, its deep rumble echoing the unease growing in Lucas's chest as he stares at his phone screen for the fifth time in an hour. The message glows ominously in the dimly lit room: *Remember the bunker, Lucas? Some endings are just beginnings in disguise. —D*

"Please wake up. . . " "Please wake up and come back to me."

"Baby, the end is near, help is near. " "I don't want to wake up Mama. I am so tired of the noise. " "You have been sleeping for so long, you have to wake up. " "But I don't want to. I want to float. They said it's quiet there. " "It's never really quiet anywhere Dan. Wake up boy, you have been sleeping for so long. " "You said the end was near? " "Yes baby, you only have to fight for a little more. You have to win the silence. Now wake up! "

Waiting for something to end. Or begin.

Beauty Queen Maeve woke up being showered with butterfly kisses all over her face and yet, she refused to open her eyes and just enjoyed the morning sweet treat. "Wake up beautiful," September whispered when he heard Maeve groaned as she tried to pull the blanket over her body again. "Na-ah. You have work today," September reminded as he pull away the blanket which made her groan louder. "Come'n," September said while he kept showering her faces with soft kisses as he tries to pull her out of their bed.

“Selena, your beauty is captivating. Your colors are so beautiful, but unfortunately, your value is only like that. You will always be the unique moon in my heart.” 2 Louis woke up in bed, his whole body drenched in sweat, as if he had been dreaming a very monstrous dream. In his dream he found himself lost in a torrential downpour, the rain was pouring down and everyone could not see him. He kept walking and going until he came to a small house, in that house, the surrounding space was dark and he couldn't see anything. “Run Louis, don't look back, listen to your mother and get out of here. I will protect you…”

A deep, unfamiliar lightness wrapped around me. At last, I was leaving this suffocating place. Inside the room, Mom seemed to sense something. She lunged toward the window. "Cecelia, open your eyes and look at me. I won't lock your door ever again." She reached out into empty air, trying to grasp something that wasn't there. "I won't sleep. I'll stay with you." The wind carried her final words away. My soul scattered with it, dissolving into nothingness. At the very bottom of the desk drawer, that zero-marked test paper, slashed through with a bold red cross, remained locked in darkness forever.

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

My eyes begin to slowly shut, “If you're not the first thing I see when I wake up, I'll take back my word and kill that motherfucker.” Then everything goes black.

Autumn She woke at 3:03 a.m., the kind of hour that feels both too late and too early, when the world is suspended between dreams and daybreak. The darkness pressed close, thick and watchful, and for a moment, Autumn couldn’t remember what had pulled her from sleep.