Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

Real. --- My fingers curled slightly against the fabric of my shirt. My breathing uneven again. My thoughts tangled. --- “This doesn’t mean anything,” I said quietly. But the words didn’t carry the same certainty as before. Didn’t feel as solid. As unshakable. --- Because no matter how much I denied it— No matter how much I tried to explain it away— One truth remained. --- I could feel it. --- And if I could feel it— Then it was real.

I remained trapped in her trembling hands. “You spared no one,” he hissed. “I’m not you. I’m not you. I’m not you.” I repeated, hoping that might stop the nightmare. “I am you, Raven,” he said. “NO!” “I am the real you.” “NO!” “Is that so? Hmm,” the other me said. “Then maybe I am not you.” His voice changed slightly. “Maybe it’s… me.” Hyperventilating, I forced my eyes open as cold sweats trailed down my forehead.

I whisper trying to stop the overwhelming emotions that want to burst out of me "It's me , sweetheart" he chuckles. The deep rumble sending butterflies to flutter around my stomach. His voice is way deeper now "Oh my gawd ,so you're real" I put a hand over my mouth in a gasp. Everything I was told and everything I did to condtion myself that he wasn't real was all a waste. I'm honestly so shocked but happy "How could you forget all the nights we spent talking" he says and I feel guilty "I uhm I didn't it's just that everyone said you weren't real so I-"

He saw that I didn’t belong to that world of false gold, and that this was my strength, not my weakness. “It’s… it’s mine,” I managed to say, feeling absurdly vulnerable. “I know. Everything here is theirs. But you aren’t. And that… That proves it.” “Proves what?” I asked, challenging the entire universe with that question. His answer, a hot and dangerous whisper in my ear, sealed my fate: “That you are real. And what is real… is mine. I want it.”

"We have a long day tomorrow." And then he's gone. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving me alone with my hammering pulse and a truth I can no longer deny. The worst part? The most terrifying realization of all? I meant it. I'm his. And I don’t know if I ever want to be anything else. Other than being his. Only his.....

“you are not the one who did anything wrong..” “That doesn’t matter,” I say, voice thin. “Truth doesn’t trend. Drama does.” More notifications flood in.Someone created a fake account pretending to be me same profile picture same name,even the same pinned tweet. It’s posting fake “apologies,” fake screenshots of DMs with Aiden, and a statement claiming I “I was force to be in a fake relastionship” I open the comments. People are arguing about which account is the “real” me. Some are defending me; others are convinced I’m lying. My throat feels tight. I want to speak, to correct them all, but I know better. The more I respond, the deeper it gets.

I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else Gets me frustrated Life's like this, you And you fall, and you crawl, and you break And you take what you get, and you turn it into Honesty and promise me I'm never gonna find you faking No, no, no I felt like I’m having a concert of my own. I moved around the place and I even inched my way towards Rachel. I pulled her and we both went in front. I gave her the microphone. You come over unannounced Dressed up like you're somethin' else

I say to him in a rushed voice. Stepping closer to me, Adam says, “You see I think I was wrong about that. I think you put on a show of being all those things, but in reality, you are someone else,” he murmurs as he looks into my eyes. “You are wrong, and you are wrong if you think I will forget how you tortured me so quickly after you met the “real me”,” I say to him.

My fingers tightened around the small box while tears burned violently behind my eyes. Then finally, I whispered the truth out loud. The truth that came far too late. “I destroyed the only person who was ever real.”

“You just showed up where you weren’t needed.” “So me coming back to my house and asking for what rightfully belongs to me is a crime?” she asked. I let out a short, dry laugh. “Enough with the lies, we both know you’re nothing but an imposter.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her lips curved. “Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” she said calmly. “I am the real Isabella. And deep down, you know you’re not.” I let out a soft scoff and turned back to the mirror. “Fine. Believe whatever you want, now leave.”