Tranquility By Tuesday Novels & Stories

He shrugged and they continue to walk down the street, the sun already rising from it's former home. The red, orange and blue hue dusking the sky makes everything look more romantic. She lie her head on his chest and they continue to walk listening to 'Put It All On Me by Ed Sheeran ft Ella Mai.' She could feel her chest lightening, her heart brightening and her shoulders loosing it's knots. She smiled widely at the sun, feeling like it is down the road but after reaching the end of the estate and seeing it up above, she chuckled at herself and they turn back to go back to their home.

So, with a smile that Made Hannah relax, Serenity breathed out a word that brought back the tense atmosphere in the room. "Peaches" --------

[Michelle is going abroad again…] He didn’t even realize that his fingers trembled as they struck the keyboard, sending messages that made little sense. [Astrid, are you still there? [Talk to me.] Keith’s anxiety escalated. He furrowed his brow, his gaze vacant, and the world around him seemed to fade away.

. … It’s Tuesday, 19 more days left and I’m not sure how I feel about leaving anymore. Of course, I want to have my own place and get on with my life but what happens with X? Will we still talk? Continue what we’ve started? Ugh, I have to stop this nonsense already. I check my phone and still nothing from X. He’s probably on the plane now. I go through the day constantly checking my phone like a teenage girl waiting to hear from her crush. He hasn’t reached out at all and it’s already 7 pm, I don’t know if he’s back yet or not but he should be by now. I’ve been sulking just thinking about how he’s probably already bored of me and getting what he needs from Adria again. It’ll be so

“But don’t pretend you don’t need me.” Her breath caught, sharp and sudden. “You think too highly of yourself.” “Only when I’m right.” His hand brushed against hers—just a featherlight touch, but it sent an electric spark racing up her arm. For a brief moment, the world around them faded, narrowing down to just their breaths. Then— A loud crash broke the fragile calm. It echoed from the hallway—sharp, metallic, like something falling or a door being forced open. Both of them turned their heads.

Was he still at whatever business had kept him from showing up last night? The questions tried to bloom, but I cut them off. It's not my problem. Not today. I reached for the remote and queued a playlist instead, soft jazz, nothing demanding. The music folded around the room like a gentle buffer. I closed my eyes and let it fill the quiet, repeating the words I’d started the day with: Today is mine. It wasn’t perfect peace, but it was enough. ———

The bra was almost transparent with a peculiar inner layer. I held it up and insisted, "Check this item." "What tricks are you up to now?" Edward crossed his legs and scoffed as he leaned back lazily. "Are you jealous that Cindy has better taste and a better figure than you? Don't worry. Once I'm in a better mood, I'll buy you one too." While disdain was written on his face, Cindy's expression was the opposite. In an instant, all the color drained from her face. … The lab results came back quickly.

The familiar sequence — key in the lock, the slight resistance of the door, the sound of her bag hitting the floor. Then Anne herself, stepping in with the exhaustion of someone who had been holding other people together all day. She dropped onto the couch. “Tell me the evening is going to be quiet.” “I made food,” Joy said. “You’re my favourite person.” They ate on the couch. No television. Just the quiet shift into evening. Joy was quieter than usual. “How was your day?” Anne asked. “Quiet. You?” Anne exhaled. “Tiring. One of my clients was having a harder day. Those ones stay with you.”

She went silent for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Are you sure? Weren't you completely devoted to Enzo?" "Yes," I said, looking out at the night beyond the window. "I need one that takes effect immediately upon signing. I don't want to love him anymore." "Alright," she replied at once. "Don't worry. I'll always support your decision."

The city outside the window was going quietly toward midnight. In three hours she’d be in the studio and he’d be in the lobby of an empty building and the show would start and at two in the morning he’d call her, but this time it would be different, this time he’d know the weight of her hand and the way her face looked in warm coffee shop light. “Tuesday,” he said. She smiled. The one from the headshot, the one from the radio, the one from right here. “Tuesday,” she said.