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Only One Road (chapter 10) I guess I dozed off without even noticing it, because suddenly, I was back in our old high school again. It was the first week of January, right after the Christmas break. My parents left this morning for their usual deal-signing business-trip. The same trip as the one that was going to kill them four years later, when the jet crashed into the ocean. Of course, I didn’t know it back then, so I was deliriously happy to be alone in the house for the next four d
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Only One Road (chapter 9) I half-expected for my apartment door to hang off its hinges when I got there. It didn’t. In fact, it looked just fine. I took a deep breath, grabbed the box of doughnuts a bit tighter, and unlocked the door. The apartment stank of cigarette smoke, but that was about it. It wasn’t trashed, there was no blood anywhere – nothing. I kicked off my wet shoes and went into the kitchen. I needed my coffee badly. So badly that my hands were shaking. I started the coff
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Only One Road (chapter 😎 The next day was uneventful until it was over. I heard someone calling my name in the parking lot. I turned around. It was Wes Graham, one of Billy’s pets. I gave Dylan the car keys and told him that I’d be right there. He nodded and walked away. I waited for Wes to get closer. “Hey, Connor,” he said seriously. “Have a minute?” “What’s up?” I shoved my hands in my pockets. “Wanna talk to you about something,” he said and nodded towards the bench tha
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Only One Road (chapter 7) It was the first Monday after Thanksgiving break, November 28. It’s been almost three weeks since Dylan and I got together. I couldn’t get enough of him. We spent every single night together. Sometimes, we would stay at his Aunt’s house, sometimes at mine. I kept telling my mother about some random projects that we had to work on, to justify him staying at my place so often and us spending so much time together. She would just smile and nod at that, and I woul
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Only One Road (chapter 6) “Sleeping with your eyes open?” he asked, and I slightly jumped, startled. “Something like that,” I nodded and finished my pizza. “What was the name of the private dick?” he asked casually. I knew him well enough. “What are you going to do?” I looked in his eyes, and he smiled the same old way. “Research,” he shrugged lightly. “That’s all?” I narrowed my eyes. “For now,” he nodded calmly. “What was the name?” “Dinah Waters,” I s
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Only One Road (chapter 5) The ring of the doorbell successfully ended my trip down the memory lane, which was a good thing, because all those memories made my hands shake. They also turned me on to the point that I would probably look obscene if not for my long shirt. I glanced at the clock and marveled at the Domino’s efficiency. They managed to get my order here in less than half an hour? Good God! I swung the door open without bothering looking into the peephole, and then I just
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Only One Road (chapter 4) After the punching incident, Dylan became different around me. I guess he felt really guilty about the whole thing. Back then, I didn’t know that Dylan feeling guilty was as incredible of a thing as, let’s say, a UFO landing on the roof of my house. But we started hanging out together more often, mostly due to the fact that I was never a very popular person, and I was usually known as a loner. As for Dylan… Well, he wasn’t an unpopular one – on the contrary. E
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Only One Road (chapter 3) I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I managed to hang up on three people while I was trying to put them on hold, deleted one of the customer’s very important files, spilled hot coffee all over my manager, and broke my headset. Finally, around five in the evening, my manager asked me very carefully if I was feeling all right. He stood at a distance, as if he was afraid that I was going to spill something else on him. “I think I’m coming down with something,
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Only One Road (chapter 2) I fell asleep an hour or so later. I was really hoping for dreamless sleep, but that would be too much to ask, I guess. I dreamt about Dylan, of course. About the time when he almost knocked my teeth out. It was two or three weeks after the school started. We were still desk partners. We remained desk partners until the goddamn graduation. We wouldn’t talk much, but at least, we would talk. I was the only person in the entire school Dylan would talk to in a so
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Only One Road (chapter 1) You know how people usually start telling stories from the beginning? Yeah, well, I am not one of them. Not because I want to be an original or something; nor do I like to confuse others, or have anything against the beginnings. It’s just I don’t want to talk about what happened in the beginning, because then I’ll end up remembering all the crap that happened, and I don’t want that. I am sure I’ll have to explain some things anyway, and I will have inevitable flashb
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By: Katya Dee Past always comes back to bite you in the butt, doesn't it? Especially if you never actually let it go and if you still long for it. Do you welcome it back or do you try to run away?
