Year Of Yes Novels & Stories

"Fine! You're dead set on this divorce? Then fine! I'll sign the papers right now! Don't you dare regret this, Grace!" I paused, finally reacting. "If you're signing, let's go to the courthouse this afternoon." ... By that evening, the divorce was finalized. Harry, still fuming, stormed off with Sally in tow. I didn't bother with goodbyes, I just felt relieved that it was over. As I stood outside the courthouse, I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call a number I hadn't dialed in three years. The phone barely rang before a stern, surprised voice answered.

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.

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Stacey’s POV: If someone had told me a year ago that I would be sitting at my own kitchen table, going over preparations for a global book signing tour and balancing it with my wedding preparations, I would have laughed. Or maybe cried. Back then, I was drowning in confusion, heartbreak, and half-finished thoughts. Now, the world called me a success.

I disguise my euphoria by laughing at a fully grown water horse, I can feel the walls crumbling, I'm sure they are not even there. So somewhere behind us ... - HEY! I said I'm looking! XXX Travis couldn't have picked a better day of the year to have our first date, first kiss, first everything, because New Year's Day is all about the news after all ... sunrise, first laughs, the first dream, first love. .. First love? Where did that come from? He is not my first love! Albert is… he was… I think… shit! As I was saying, the New Year is the most important celebration of the year, so there is a lot to do on our first date.

SLOANE Let me tell you something about the kind of girl I am. I'm not reckless. I'm not the type who goes looking for trouble or mistakes or things that will keep her up at night with her thighs pressed together and her conscience screaming. I make lists. I think before I speak. I have never in my twenty years of life done something I couldn't explain in the morning. So I need you to understand that what happened was an accident. I need you to understand that before I tell you the rest.

At the end of the year, I was named Employee of the Year at the company's annual dinner. Standing on the stage and looking at the applauding crowd below, it all felt a little surreal. A year ago today, I was still frantically busy with wedding preparations. Now, I was standing here with a brand new life. "Congratulations." A gentle male voice rang out near my ear. I turned my head around; it was the new director of the branch office. Gabriel Bentley handed me a glass of champagne with a warm smile. "Your speech was great." "Thank you." I took the glass and gently clinked it with his.

She kept glancing at me like I might disappear if she looked away too long. The moment we stepped inside her apartment, she turned to face me. “Maya.” I told her everything. Every single word the doctor said. By the time I finished, she was already shaking her head. “No.” Her voice cracked. “No, this doesn’t make sense. You’re twenty-one.” “I noticed,” I said dryly. “This kind of thing doesn’t just happen to people our age.” “Apparently it does.” She paced the room like she was trying to outrun the news.

She asked why I hadn't gotten home yet. I typed and deleted the message again and again for a long time before finally replying: [Something came up. I'll go back after New Year's Day. Don't wait for me.] The next second, she replied. [No rush. We'll celebrate New Year's Day together when you come back this time.] My eyes reddened. So this was how wonderful it felt to have someone waiting to celebrate a holiday with you. [Sure.] I turned and booked the earliest flight available. Although it was clear that I couldn't make it in time for the New Year's holidays, at least I could still go back and see her.