Just 1 Thing Novelas e Histórias

It was true that Susan called me to give me the budget for the New Year’s Eve party. However, when the money came, it was only four hundred dollars. It was Susan’s go-to MO. She’d play dumb so long as I kept quiet. The moment I spoke up, she’d blame her eyesight for being off by a digit. Then came the guilt trip. “So I fell short on the funds? Do you need to go out of your way to point that out? After all the years I’ve cared for you, must you get upset over a bit of money?

One moment at a time. ***

Just in case. Damn it!

The message contained only one sentence: "The person who ruined your life is closer than you think."

My phone buzzed one more time. A final message. This one had no video. Just words. Tick tock. Your move.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

One more— Breath.

He put the cakes onto the counter, flicked on the lights, and started tearing through each room, shouting, "My Luna, where are you? Don't play games with me, sorry about today, alright?" He kept calling out, voice bouncing off the walls: "My Luna, there was real something urgent today, I swear. Coming out so I can explain." He couldn't mindlink me, so he yanked his phone out of his pocket, dialing my number. "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later." He called many times, the same damn voice. Back in the living room, he spotted the papers on the table. He raced over and checked it: a goddamn severance decree.

Why was my heart beating so fast ? I head to bed and try to sleep with great difficulty and even when I do , I'm having strange dreams of the little girl screaming and crying . My last dream however , brings me some peace because it's Jace kissing my forehead saying .. ' It's going to be okay '

People get over each other all the time and they do it without drama. They even do it without hiding in rooms and pretending not to notice hands and voices and beds. I just have to stop, that is all. Stop touching him, sleeping next to him and more importantly stop thinking that one more time would be poison instead of medicine. My phone buzzes with a text from Sam. ‘Good morning. Hope you slept okay.’ I stare at the message longer than necessary. ‘I did,’ I type. ‘Thanks for last night.’ ‘We should do it again sometime.’