WISH TO UNLOVE YOU

Chapter 2Jonathan stood in the hallway, his back leaning against the wall as he wrapped up the conversation with his latest fling, a girl he'd only met a few weeks ago. She had a way of keeping his attention for now, but it wasn't anything serious. He chuckled at something she said while his voice dropped into a flirtatious tone."Yeah, I'll see you soon. No, not tonight. It's my birthday party, after all," Jonathan said, glancing at the door that led back into the party. He heard the music pulsing through the walls and gave a lazy smile. "But, we'll hang out soon, alright?"After a few more words exchanged, he ended the call and slid his phone into his pocket. He lingered there for a moment and ran a hand through his hair, not really thinking much of the conversation. It was just another call, just another girl.But then his thoughts shifted back to Laura. She had seemed a bit off earlier, quieter than usual, like she had something on her mind. He remembered the way she tried to say

Chapter 4The next morning, Laura woke up to the quiet chill of an empty bed. Jonathan was gone, the space beside her cold as if he had slipped out hours before. She blinked groggily, trying to process the stillness around her. Slowly, she sat up as her body protested with a dull ache between her legs. A wince escaped her as the memory of the night flooded back—intense, raw, and filled with emotions she couldn't quite unravel.Her eyes drifted to the bed, the sight of bloodstained sheets staring back at her, a clear reminder of the reality she now faced. It was no wonder—it had been her first time, after all. Laura smiled softly as the warmth of last night wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. It was a moment she would cherish forever, filled with tenderness, and a love she believed had finally blossomed.With a renewed sense of hope, she headed to the bathroom to clean herself up, her heart still fluttering with the memory of Jonathan's touch and the intimacy they had shared

Chapter 6The next few days were harder for Laura than she ever imagined. Every small moment in her routine seemed to remind her of Jonathan—his laughter, their inside jokes, the countless hours spent together. Now, she had to force herself to stay distant, to resist the urge to call or text him like she used to. It was a daily struggle, pretending to move on when all she wanted was to fall back into the comfort of their friendship, however broken it had become.But for Jonathan, life seemed to return to normal effortlessly. The absence of Laura's constant presence didn't weigh on him the way it did on her. He was used to people coming and going, used to the attention of his playful, cheerful friend who always seemed to be chasing him around. Her sudden distance didn't matter much to him. If anything, his life slipped back into its usual rhythm—parties, women, indulging in whatever his heart desired. The void Laura left was barely noticeable, hidden beneath the layers of his carefree,

Chapter 8Laura stood by the window with her breath hitching as she whispered her silent plea to the night. The weight of her father's words pressed heavily on her chest.Let go... it's about time you let go...She leaned her elbows on the windowsill and rested her head in her hands. A single tear slid down her cheek but quickly wiped it away as if erasing the emotion could erase the truth. The stars twinkled above, indifferent to her pain, but she found herself speaking to them anyway."I wish it was that easy to let go..." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I wish it were that easy to forget him."The cool breeze kissed her face as if trying to soothe her, but the ache in her heart only deepened. She looked up at the sky with her throat tightening as she swallowed hard, forcing herself not to cry again."I wish that my heart could just... not love him," she murmured, her voice trembling.And as if mocking her, a shooting star streaked across the dark sky. She blinked as her brea

Chapter 10His father cleared his throat. "He's in the study if you want to catch up."The idea made Jonathan's stomach turn. The last thing he wanted was to see his brother right now. He could already picture the smug look on his face, the patronizing way he always spoke to him, as if Jonathan were still a kid who needed guidance."I'll see him later," Jonathan said, his tone flat. He didn't give them time to respond as he turned and made his way out of the living room, his fists still clenched tight. He could feel the tension building, the weight of being in his brother's shadow pressing down on him like always.Once outside, he exhaled sharply, his mind racing. No matter how much he tried to escape it, the comparison, the resentment, the feeling of being second best—it always came back, especially whenever his brother reappeared in his life.Great, he thought, running a hand through his hair. Just what I needed.Jonathan forced himself to push the thoughts away, though it was easie