Novel & Cerita A Perfect Love Story Doesn't Matter Anyway

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

"But she'd be ruining someone else's relationship." "Who cares? What you want is what matters, not what the other person wants. You like a guy. Go for him! Consequences be damned." Wow. What's going on here? What kind of circle is this? "I like the sound of that though." Sophia said, her voice calcutive and low. "Aminah, what do you think? Should I go for him?" Hmmm? What the fuck? I turned to look at Aminah who had a frozen smile on her face, that kind of expression when you're in the middle of smiling and someone asked you the least expected question. Then she nodded slowly, as if coming out of her trance.

He won, I was eliminated in the first round. Max nods eagerly, going into depth about how much fun he had and how it was the best thing he had ever experienced. Needless to say, I stopped listening immediately. Deep in depth talks about anything really just aren't interesting enough to hold my attention. Unless of course it's really serious. Like, life or death serious.

“I didn’t. She got pregnant and I had to take responsibility.” Dexter’s eyes flew up all the way to his hair with surprise. He never would have envisioned that that was what happened, at all. “Shocked?” Was Mr Burkley’s cheeky response to his lack of response. “I have to say I never expected that that’s what happened. I mean, you look so in love it just never occurred to me...” his statement was left hanging as he knew that Mr Burkley understood what he was saying. “The first thing you have to know about love is this, it’s not perfect. Once you’re looking to perfect love, you’ll truly find it.” He looked at the rows of orange trees and breathed in the fresh air.

I hissed quietly back at him, not wanting to make a scene or let anyone else hear his stupidity. “I am in love with Will. We started planning our future together Jared. You and I have history, but that’s it. History as in the past. A part of me will always love you, but I will never be “in love” with you again. I need you to understand that.” Jared’s expression painfully changed and he nodded as if he understood. I stood up and was about to make my way to the ladies room when I realized Will was watching Jared and I’s entire exchange. I turned pink and continued on to the bathroom.

That hope will only bring wounds, and will only hurt her more because of this unrequited love. Bella herself is very busy having to prepare for the end-of-school exams. Her grades dropped drastically. So many things happened that she forgot about school and study. Even though she said didn't care about anything anymore, a promise was still a promise. Bella's promise to Mother had held her tightly for years. This promise is no longer just a promise because this promise lets go of half of her life. Bella's childhood, happiness, freedom, and friends. This promise is part of Bella now.

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

Someone had captioned it: “What happened to this? They were perfect.” Perfect. The word made my throat tighten. We were never perfect. We were careful. Composed. Beautiful, maybe—but beauty’s not the same as peace. People loved the idea of us because we gave them a fantasy. And for a while, I gave it to myself, too. I let myself believe that the curated version of our love was the truth. That if I ignored the silences, the secrets, the contract—it would somehow become real.

“Ronald, please. We’ve endured so much together. You can’t just throw it all away. I love you!” “Love?” he scoffed bitterly, his laughter devoid of warmth. “Your love means nothing to me. I’m done with you.” She reached out toward him, her hands trembling. “Please don’t do this. I can change. I’ll be better. Just give me one more chance!”

His kiyu and Esha _ ____________ "We weren’t perfect. We were bruised, broken, and beautifully undone. But in the end, we found what all the love songs forget to tell you — That sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones you fight the hardest for." _____________ ______The End _______ The Other Woman ***