After 52 Broken Promises, I Finally Let Go Novels & Stories

His eyes were fixed on the glass he’s holding, it’s almost as if he’s watching the liquor dance as he moves it. “Of course I was mad. A part of me resented her because she betrayed me for another man. She made me question my worth, she hurt me in ways no one could,” His jaw clenched harshly. “But I can’t do anything about it, Ellyse. Love will never be enough if trust is broken. Maybe a part of me wanted her to beg, to tell me that it was only a mistake she’ll never commit again. But she didn’t. And that in itself already spoke volumes to me,” Riden placed his glass down, clasped his fingers together before looking at her.

"But I'm not letting go." "Promise?" "Promise." --- E

I asked. “Give me the truth." And then Sofia held out her little finger. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I taught her about the little finger promise when she was 4 years old and I was 8. We promised never to lie to each other. A little finger promise could never be broken. She remembered this. I didn't deserve that gesture, I broke my promise. But not anymore. Sofia deserved the truth that I had denied her for so many years, even though in the end I would lose her for good.

He had to be sure before he smiled and then got a no instead of a yes. Lacey nodded. "We're starting over. And no stupid promises. I blame the damn promises." His smile appeared. He nodded and claimed her lips. No more crying. And no more sulking. "My lady love you're amazing." One hand moved up her back and slipped into her hair. "I've missed you so so much." And all was right in their world again. Technically she did move on... no more promises counted as moving on past broken promises right? Oh who cares? They were happy again and that's what matters.

" He had promised. "I will wait for you, Tann. No matter how long it takes. I will wait for you." I had vowed.🔛🔛🔛 That was the promise we made each other. A promise we broke. A promise that wasn't kept at last, from our ends. A promise that passed with time. A promise I would have done everything to live through. A promise I wanted so damn much for it to come to pass. Five years has passed already.

"You promised to be my friend! To help me enjoy this place! Usually When people are going through a breakup, they go out! They party! They go on vacations like you were planning to do—" "Yes," I interrupt. "Vacations to relax. Not to follow some insane schedule like I’m in the army. I’m burned out, Trey. I’m not going anywhere." Silence. Then— "What about tomorrow?" I exhale. "Trey—" "Promise me you’ll do it tomorrow." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Fine." "Promise?" "Fine. Yes. Now will you leave me the hell alone?" "Yep! As long as you promised!"

I said. "Cara, it's been so long and i-" "Just promise me, please." I said interrupting him. I just needed to make sure. He nodded, "Okay." He said, my hold tightened over his hand, "I promise." I smiled, i felt a weight being removed from over my chest. I inched closer and hugged him. He directly hugged me back. He promised he won't do it again. I promised i won't leave. But like they say, Promises are made to be broken.

He had laughed, his chest swelling with warmth, and hooked his pinkie with hers. “Pinkie promise,” he repeated. Then he kissed her forehead gently before walking away, still smiling. …Present Day… Now, kneeling alone in the silence of the living room, the weight of his broken promises came crashing down like an avalanche. His chest tightened painfully, his breaths ragged. He had broken their trust. Again. Adrian pressed his hands to his face, gnashed his teeth until his jaw ached, and let out a guttural sound of despair. The backpack slipped from his hands and fell to the floor with a dull thud, lying there like another failed offering.

I tried moving on without you. But you saw what came out of it, didn't you? I'm sorry for every tear that dropped. I'm sorry for the heartaches I have caused you. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry for the lonely moments. I'm sorry for not reaching out. I'm sorry for the countless broken promises. I had promised to always be there for you, hadn't I? I'm sorry I wasn't able to fulfill that. I'm honestly sorry for the broken promises.

“I’m so sorry. He crushed me to him like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. I clung to him like I was anchoring my soul back in place. When we finally pulled away, breathless, his forehead rested against mine. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “You’re forgiven,” I said. “But don’t you ever run from me again.” His lips curved into a ghost of a smile. “I won’t.” “Promise?” “I swear.” "If you break your promise, I swear I'll leave you this time. For real. "