Romans & histoires One Year After

Even after observation, results came out the same. It was starting to look like anytime I was getting a check up or trying to get treated by the hospital, the symptoms disappear, but when I get home. It is a whole different story. Something new has to happen every two days and sometimes persist for the whole week. Three months into this lifestyle and I still can’t predict what happens next. Except for the ones that had seemed consistent. I wasn’t getting any better and that was a fact. But Andy wasn’t getting any good either, so that alone gave me some sort of edge.

1 Year Later MARCUS “It had been exactly a year since I started working for you. I have brought in new business and expanded others. How long will I have to wait for you to acknowledge me as your family?” it had nothing to do with family, he wanted Walker Corp, and I wasn’t about to give away my baby just like that.

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend, Casey Wilbur, through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love post a photo with a caption. [We are back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding his arm and smiling sweetly. The post was deleted when I refreshed the page, but I was certain of what I saw. That was her. The scarf around her neck was one I designed myself—the pattern came from the initials of our names combined with our zodiac signs.

Then I stood up and hugged him before I could stop myself. “Thank you, thank you so much.” I pulled away immediately, embarrassed. “It’s fine,” he said. “Get some rest.” When he left, the room became quiet again. I placed my hand back on my stomach, softer this time. “It’s just you and me now,” I whispered. And for the first time since everything happened, I felt something close to peace. IRELAND It has been over a month. A whole month of breathing without fear. Ireland feels like a memory I stepped back into. The air is softer here; it doesn’t suffocate.

Noah's POV I was jumping with joy when I got to know that they have accepted me for the college! I checked on with the university the same day and finalising my papers, I sighed at the beautiful college. Let's start a new life, Noah. ONE YEAR LATER Time passes fast, doesn't it? It's been one and a half year since she left. This new university is good. All good like any other dream college. But in reality? I don't know what to do. The more the time passes, the more I don't think I'll ever meet her again.

This was the first time Luna had seen Lylah shown any expression of happiness in months. "Miss?, your order please?" And like a tight slap to the face, reality was put right before her. "Hot chocolate", she smiled. As soon as the waitress left the table, she bowed her head and rubbed her forehead. It had been a month already, why couldn't she just let him go, she wondered. Every single thing reminded her of the memories they shared. "Luna, do you remember when he got me a dildo after my birthday?", Lylah laughed. "Yes, and y'all fought about the dildo because you wanted him and not a stupid dildo and so he took it back. What a jerk!"

I wake up to Lucian watching me. “What?” I ask, still groggy. “Do you know what today is?” “Tuesday?” “It’s the anniversary. One year. Since we met. Since that hotel bar. Since you were crying and I asked if you were okay.” I sit up. Carefully. Nine months pregnant. Everything hurts. “One year. That’s, that’s impossible. It feels like yesterday. And also like forever.” “A lot happened in one year.”

LUTHER’S POV – One Year Later It’s been a year. A full year since Joanna walked out of my life, out of New York. Somehow, I made it through. I don’t know how. Maybe I just kept moving because stopping meant collapsing. And I couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not publicly. Not with everything else crumbling underneath. Life without Joanna… it’s quieter. Colder. My house feels too big now as it used to be. She hasn’t replied to a single message. Not one call. I tried, God, I tried. I called her on her birthday. On New Year’s. On random Tuesdays when it felt like the silence would kill me. But nothing. Radio silence.

I cried in front of him. He stood up while I remained sitting on the ground. "One year." "What?" "Do not show up for one year." "No! Don't make do this." "Let's see what will happen after one year." "France..." "If she still loves you and you still love her after one year, I will not hinder you for getting her back." "What?" "You can still contact her, but you cannot step on this land for one year." "But..." "You're a powerful man. You should know what to do to pursue her."

For what she had taken from me. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The silence was almost comforting now. Time had passed, and the storm that had torn apart my life had finally started to calm down. The whispers had died down, the video forgotten, and the hurt, while still fresh in my heart, began to dull into a faint ache I could ignore most of the time. It had been a year. A full year since that night. Since everything changed. Since I had been dragged through hell and back, only to be left with the ashes of what once was.