My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0820

“Monday?”

“No, I mean… what’s the date?”

“August 15th.”

“What year?”

She laughed softly, as if I were playing some kind of joke on her.

“2003… Peter, what kind of prank are you trying to pull? Come on, get out of the bathroom. I need to pee, and you’re taking forever. And don’t forget–we have the appointment at 9:00 a.m. You said that would give you enough time to make it to your family’s monthly meeting!

My whole body went numb.

August 15, 2003.

This was the day I was supposed to die.

I barely registered what I was doing as 1 threw open the bathroom door. Mary stared at me, wide–eyed, clearly shocked. But I barely noticed.

Because I was more shocked than she was.

“Are you okay?” she asked, reaching out to touch my forehead.

“Yeah! I just woke up a little disoriented…” I lied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Okay, well, hurry up and get dressed. We have to leave in a couple of hours. And don’t even think about walking around like that I don’t want you stirring up any of the girls. Remember, Aurora and a few of her friends stayed over last night.”

“Who?”

“Aurora and three other girls,” she says, looking at me strangely.

the forehead. She leaned in, expecting me to kiss her on the lips, but for some reason, the very thought

I grabbed my phone

August 15, 2003

day, and as far as I could recall, that crazy woman Aurora had never stayed over. She and I could barely stand being in the same space for too

warm, filled with the familiar scent

“Good morning, sir!”

a familiar voice behind me.

was holding a watering can–she must have just finished

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Chapter 0870

to make breakfast, but one of the young ladies who stayed over beat me to it. She helped clean

“…Who?”

told them they could stay over so they wouldn’t have to

in the kitchen

the young girls. She’s

coffee… I’ll go

need, sir. I’ll bring it to you. Shall I take it

I answer, still thrown off.

from what I remembered Something felt off. I didn’t know what was happening,

toward the kitchen, my phone rang.

this

“Peter…”

“Yeah?”

monthly meeting. Can you review everything regarding my

“Yeah…”

“You okay?”

it’s just that…”

“What?”

everything you remember–is