A Love That Left Her Stranded Novels & Stories

The voice in her head sounds so livid, it's almost like she could hear it Never mind that She rushes to the broken pieces of the strange object, holding it tightly in her hands. She picks up the pieces and walks to the kitchen, throwing them in the trash. I hope you now understand why she can't leave He loves her He said he does Why would she leave her husband that loves her so dearly "He loves me" "He does"

In one moment, I was not sure about my identity or life decisions. A voice came from my heart amid this painful realization. ‘How the ones with tainted faces are going to love when their fates are sealed?’ “Leave so far that even if you call, your voice won’t reach him because this time-” Rising from her seat, she glared at me in contempt, enunciating her final words- “It is ‘your’ love that is hurting ‘him’.” With this she left, giving an irrecoverable scar on my soul. A tear rolled down my cheek, darkening my mind entirely to lose everything. And upon hearing it, I comprehended one fact clearly- I left him for the world and he left the world for me…

Please no, this can't be happening, she ferried her eyes back to his again, still trying to wake him up. "This is my last night with you, hold me like I'm more than just a stranger you fell for. But what if I never love again? Tell me who should I run to? All I ask is you, to wake up and talk to me." She sang lowly, looking like she has lost her senses along with the last pieces of stability she has for she feels like she does. It wasn't until a strong arm pulled at her shoulder, yanking her from desolation. He has being her mentor!

something broke open in me. Quietly. Permanently. Because I remembered the woman I left five years ago. I remembered how tightly she held her grief. And now she was letting it go. Not for me. But for herself. And maybe that was the most beautiful thing she’d ever done. The applause rose around me. I stayed seated. Clapped once. Then stood. I didn’t approach her. Didn’t corner her after. Didn’t send a note. I just left. Because love, real love, sometimes means walking away when the person you love finally stands alone.

She unfolded the small paper in her hand and began. Her voice trembled on the first line, then found its ground. “I used to measure love by how loud it sounded by the noise it made when it entered a room, by the ache it left when it walked away. But now, I’ve learned… love can be silent too. It can be the peace that stays after the storm, the way the sky holds itself steady even after lightning splits it open.” She paused. The audience was still. “I don’t hate the ones who left.

“They planned our lives before we could even speak. Our schools. Our future. Our marriage. I felt like I had no choice. And instead of standing up for us, I pushed you away.” “So you chose freedom over love,” I said bitterly. “And I learned,” he said, “that freedom without love is just loneliness.” That… that almost broke me. I looked away, blinking fast. “You don’t get to come back and say the right things,” I said. “Not after you left me alone with the wrong feelings.” “I know,” he said. “I don’t expect anything from you. I just needed to tell you that you were never the problem. I was.”

An unhinged plot of the universe to drive you mad and make you lose sight of what really mattered. Now, she didn't know what really mattered, and neither did she know what love meant. All she was sure about was how much it hurts. Maria placed her hand on her chest, it felt as though something squeezed at it. "Please, don't leave...I love you." She muttered, but it was only to herself and her clashing emotions in the cold, dark room. Finally, she'd succeeded in pushing everyone away. Typical Maria.

"Love... I promise that won't happen again. I promise you that there will be no more of that. I won't let them interfere with us anymore. We can go to the states so they won't be able to find us. I will do everything for you, Love... I just want you to win this fight with me. Don't leave me." "I'm really sorry, Red. I don't think you can still be with me in that fight. Maybe it's better for both of us and for everyone around us to just separate. Let's forget that we ever met. It's funny to think that we were once strangers and suddenly, we were strangers again. I will always love you, Red." "We were once strangers and suddenly, we were strangers again. I will always love you, Red." Chelsea c

“No… no, you can’t do this. You can’t just throw me away.” Her voice cracked, almost like a child’s. For the first time, I saw not the sharp, cruel woman who hated me, but a broken girl terrified of being alone. “You are throwing me away for her!” she screamed, pointing at me again. “For a stranger! For someone who wasn’t even here when I was! I stayed. I loved you. I was loyal. And you choose her?” Tears stung my eyes, but I bit them back. “Susan, I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t steal her from you. I just… came back.”

She leaned in to kiss his cheek and then patted it before leaving. With that frustration, he watched her leave from the huge corridor, mumbling a song which could reach him in that pin-drop silence. “Got me lookin’ so crazy right now, your love’s got me lookin’ so crazy right now…”