After 52 Broken Promises, I Finally Let Go Mga Nobela at Kwento

She said with her more calmer voice that made me let out a sigh again. Why does these things have to happen? Just exactly where I found my home, does this mean I will leave her? I promised. I freaking promised! Promises are so sacred for her, I know that. I'm about to break those promises I made. "I would expect to hear something good from you after three weeks, Cosmos. Bring back your old self and stop causing troubles, please." She said and that was her last message for me before she let me get away with her again.

“No.” “Why?” “Because you said Switzerland or never. And I don’t make promises I don’t keep.” “You make promises you don’t keep all the time. You promised Ember honesty and you kept 2016 from her for months. You promised Nathaniel your trust and you slashed his face open this morning. You promised me a lifetime and you let me walk away without fighting for it.” She turns to face me and her eyes are bright with something sharper than pain. “The only promise you’ve never broken is the one you made to yourself — that you’d rather run than stay. That you’d rather destroy something beautiful than risk watching it destroy you first.”

I said in a hushed whisper “You promised me. You made a promise to me” He turned to me tears filling his eyes as I shook my head People break promises and I could easily do that. “You promise me never to leave because of Eleanor. Please Emelia” He said holding my head tears falling from his eyes. “People break promises every day. So this shouldn’t be a surprise” I said to him as he lowered his head. He sunk onto the chair as he rubbed his forehead. There was an awkward silence only the sound of the machines in the room.

“Of course I will. And we won’t stop until it’s all beautiful again.I’ll help you clean it, and we’ll plant more beautiful memories after we clean the withered ones. Not even just a single one left.” That night, I feel at ease. With him. He made me feel that I’m in peace. Even in just a few minutes, he made me feel like I have everything. He made me feel like there’s no problem, he made me feel so great. And I’m keeping that to myself, all of what he said. But I won’t take that as a promise. As promises are just words. And I can’t handle another fake promise, another broken promise. I’m done with that. I will just look and wait for actions. And I hope so, that he’ll make it happen.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Burying my face in my arm, I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. “Let me help. Let me do something…please…” I shook my head. “Lo único que puedes hacer por mí es dejarme ir.” [The only thing you can do for me is to let me go.] His hand froze on my back, and I could feel it clench slightly. “No sé si puedo prometer eso.” [I don’t know if I can promise that.] Smiling and chuckling this time, I lifted my head up and looked back at the dancers twirling to the music.“No cumples las promesas de todos modos.” [You don’t keep promises anyways.]

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

In all the years I'd spent by his side, I'd never seen him humble himself like this. He was begging me now. But who had I begged during those long, painful years of unrequited love? Then it hit me that love didn't fade gradually. It vanished in a single, shattering moment. That flame that had been sustaining me had flickered out. And once cold, it could never be rekindled. I pried his hands from my shoulders, my voice soft but firm. "It's too late." His face was drenched, rain soaking through his clothes and plastering his hair flat against his forehead. The downpour seemed to weigh him down, layer by layer, until his pride finally cracked and shattered under the pressure.

“I’m trying to talk to you.” “ Talk to me about what exactly?” I shouted. “ What exactly could you possibly say that will take all of it away?” The words poured out, unstoppable now. “You broke the promise you made to me. I trusted you and took your word that you would never hurt me again, you let me believe in something that wasn’t real, something that will never be real. You're having a child with another woman, not just any other woman but my cousin, and now you want to talk?”

Our marriage went smoothly and two years later we had Ethan. “Thank you so much Elena” he had said, grinning ear to ear as he stared at the new born in his arms before looking up at me. “You’ve made me a father and I’m sure I’m now that happiest man on earth” he had carefully dropped Ethan and moved towards me, holding my hands and looking into my eyes affectionately. “I promise to never betray you” he had said, putting up two of his fingers to show his seriousness. Eight years had passed and he had broken his promise. It took him only five years to break it, I sighed as I picked up my suitcase and headed to the door, finally leaving the unfamiliar building. I stopped at the table in the lea