Miss Time の小説・ストーリー

Now get out of my office and bring me a coffee, black no sugar and fast! - - Yes ma’am! Phillip’s story It is 6 AM and still no trace or news about Miss Maya. I am going crazy with worries. How could she have disappeared just like that? Not even my espresso tastes the same without her here. My house and my life are empty.

He looked good. Time had been kind to him, even if I wished I didn’t notice. I had always envied his certainty, his unwavering direction. It was something I had never had, something I had lost with Patrick. Jesse had always been a harbor in the storm, a place of predictability that I had run to when everything with Patrick felt too chaotic. “I spoke to Missy,” he said, breaking the silence. “She misses you, but she has exams now.”

Nox misses moments like this when they're alone. CONTINUED...

Michael asked no one. "Every time I wake up, there isn't a day where I don't feel regret." said Michael between sobs as he tilted his head up, He took a deep breath before continuing, "And every time I sleep, I'm always haunted by that memory. Memories of that night, Diana, the night you died" "Every day, I ask myself. Why? What did I think to make such a fatal mistake, Diana. I admit that I am a jerk for daring to do all of that to you, Diana.

“That didn’t answer my question.” Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?” “Twenty seconds,” Dad replied. Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.” “Did you drive?” “No. I walked.” “Alone?” Her green eyes narrowed. Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.” “Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.” “I know how old you are.” “Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”

"Sir, you have the wrong person." But Dante didn't care. He strode up to me, his eyes full of excitement and joy. "Emby, I couldn't be wrong. You must be Emby!" I frowned, trying to avoid his touch, but it was too late. Dante grabbed my hand, his voice trembling. "Emby, I've missed you so much. I've thought about you every single day for these three years!" I sighed and forcefully pulled my hand away. "Sir, you really have the wrong person. I don't know you."

He missed her. 'Wait,' Adro interrupted his imagination. 'Miss? I miss Grace even though we haven't been apart for a whole day?' "Elvis," "What now?" Elvis lowered his phone, looking at Adro with exhaustion in his eyes. "Have you ever missed someone?" "Of course! What kind of question is that?" Elvis replied. "Can you explain what it feels like to miss someone?"

Missed the simple domesticity of the lake house weekends or cooking together in the apartment. Their calls became lifelines and battlegrounds in equal measure. Some nights they laughed for forty minutes about nothing. Others were shorter, strained by missed connections and clashing schedules. One Thursday, Mia waited up until midnight her time for their planned call. When it didn’t come, she texted: Everything okay? His reply came at 2:30 a.m. her time: Double overtime game. Just got to the hotel. So sorry. Love you. She cried quietly in the lavender reading nook, not because she was angry, but because the distance was no longer theoretical. It was every missed goodnight, every canceled plan

I almost forgot I was still on the phone. "What address?..." I begin but freeze upon looking at my systems screen. The address is boldly written on the screen. And it's just a few streets away. That's strange. I can swear it wasn't there earlier... "Have a nice night, dear. Sure would love to do business with you. "The man says, and with that, he ends the call. I place my phone down and stare strangely at the address that I somehow managed to miss earlier. Did I miss it, or did it just pop up? Maybe I'm a bit tipsy from sleep. Nothing makes any sense right now. Not even the strange phone call I just shared with an absolute stranger. I'd think better in the morning.