A Love That Left Her Stranded Novels & Stories

From the moment their plane landed, Wendy had no chance to approach James. “James, are you really leaving?” In court, Wendy couldn’t help but stand up and shout, “I don’t want a divorce! I love you!” She tried to force her way past the bodyguards to get close to James. She still couldn’t believe that James truly wanted a divorce. Even now, she thought he was just being stubborn and would eventually give her another chance. Even though she had chased him to Wanera and knew he had undergone a memory erasure operation, she was inexplicably obsessed.

She asked. Honestly, all I could see was a girl whose family was going down the drain faster than I imagined. My hair still looked messy from my “frustration pull” earlier. my eyes felt heavy like someone with sleep deprivation. A tangled strand of hair dangled on my face. “A pathetic girl who looks.... HELPLESS,” I said, blowing air from my mouth to push the hair dangling off my face.

“You treated me like trash, even in front of your workers and now you open your mouth and say you loved me?” “I s…..swear Leah, I do I…” “You know, you rich people are always like this, you definitely need my help now that's why you profess a fake love to me.” “Elah please, you need to help me.” The forest seemed to echo my frustration as I turned down from him, my eyes fixed on the breathless body of my father. But as I stood there, the weight of leaving Ethan behind, broken and fighting for his life, came unsupportable.

It felt as if the world had turned its back on her, leaving her to drown in a sea of sorrow. The pain was overwhelming, stabbing at her chest with each beat of her broken heart. How could he leave her like this? It was as if their love meant nothing to him. Ivy's tears flowed freely, the salty drops mixing with her anguish. She had trusted him, believed in him, only to be left abandoned, an afterthought in his mind. The ache in her soul was unbearable, a constant reminder of his desertion. She wished she could erase the memory, and forget the pain, but it lingered, consuming her every thought.

She sang it with such passion, as though she was living through it. Was this how she felt? Did she think I broke her heart? “𝄞It feels good to love somebody and somebody loves you back… But it feels one-sided now. It feels one-sided now. You don't have to pretend about it 'cause it's crystal clear now, now… Guess ‘it's bye’ to the good times. I'll be gone by the sunrise…𝄞” My heart clenched in pain at the words. She wanted to leave me? She didn't give me the chance to explain myself, and now she wants to leave?

He exaggerated yet I am forced to travel back to the time when she told me in a whisper about how much love her broken heart holds for me, even in the cracks between her heart. I feel like an absolute idiot for letting her slip from between my fingers even when she wanted me to grasp her as whole. I still remember the look in her eyed which screamed how badly she was in need for me to understand her, to hold her, to embrace her, to love her. Yet, despite all that I did that one thing she was afraid of since the starting. I left her. I told her to leave. I told her to never show me her face and now here I am counting every waste breath in her absence.

Gentle, final. “I know you love me,” she continued, her voice growing quieter. “I believe that. I do. But sometimes love isn't enough to save someone who's already sinking. And you… you’re drowning, Jayden.” I could hardly breathe. My chest felt too tight, my throat closing in on itself. She was right, in ways I didn’t even fully understand. “I need time,” she said, turning slightly, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I’m leaving for a while. There's something I have to do. I'll be back before the plague finishes what it started.”

The man she loved did not appreciate her effort; he did not see her commitment to him and left her like she was some disgusting garbage. So how can she still believe in love if the people she gave so much devotion to were able to leave her in the air so easily? How much more to a stranger she never had a moment with, such as the woman in front of her? How could she believe those words so blindly after everything that had happened to her?

My arms wrapped around her trembling frame as she sobbed into my chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of my jacket like I was the only solid thing in a world that kept trying to swallow her whole. “I just want to be loved and left alone,” She whispered, her voice cracking. “That's all. I wasn't trying to hurt anyone. I wasn't trying to take anything from anyone. But no matter what happens, everyone leaves me in the end. I don't know what to do.” I pulled her from me and held her cheeks. “What? I’m never going to leave you. Why would you think that?”

I said, my voice defensive. ​“I know,” she whispered, placing a withered hand on my arm. “But love is a resonance too, and like any song, it can be distorted if the tension is too high. Go to the South. Find the Singers. But remember that even the strongest thread needs a little slack to keep from breaking.”