After Letting Go Novels & Stories

Jason Peters opened his eyes slowly; he was beginning to come out of his extremely droopy state finally. His eyelids fluttered as though they were in the making of a slow motion video. All these were the after effects of staying up the whole night playing video games and at the same time hiding from his mom to avoid any of her reprimands for his"unethical behaviour". He was allowed to be up till at least 9pm during holidays, but he stayed awake till a whooping 2am the next morning.

“Oh please, Alex. You’re so uptight. You need to loosen up. Seriously. You can’t go around just blowing up like this all the time.” I took a step back, running my hands through my hair as I fought for control. “Loosen up?” I laughed bitterly, pacing now, my anger boiling over. “You think I haven’t tried? You think I don’t want to just drop everything and *let go* for once? But I can’t, Liam. I can't just *forget* everything like you.”

The way she clings. Because maybe I know deep down— This won’t last. This moment. This warmth. I’ll have to let it go. Let her go. Tuck all of this away. Eventually.

I did not expect this to be the end of everything but it was okay for me to know the end of everything I started. I gave up my goal because I realized I could not achieve it. I let go of the things I was holding on for so long because that would have been better. And I released my comrades for their own sake. I am not happy right now but I am slowly accepting everything, maybe that is enough.

My anger had somehow dwindled a bit, but it was still there, just like an adrenaline waiting to crash. Despite that, I felt better, now that I had let it all out in the open. Well, not everything when it came to Dalton, but the repressed feelings that I had against my family for so many years came tumbling out of my mouth like a waterfall. To be honest, it felt good, and it made me feel better about myself. "Nice room," Mike said and l looked up. He was pursuing my room with such scrutiny in his eyes, I didn't know if he was being honest or just mocking me.

She leans in closer to the cart when someone tries to squeeze their way around us. "I just thought, I mean, you've just been so angry with me. You caught me off guard." "I kind of caught myself off guard, too." We begin moving again, to the relief of the people behind us. "I think I was tired of being mad at you. It's exhausting having such intense emotions all the time. And I realized I was holding myself back by not letting go." She shrugs. "I haven't forgotten yet, or anything. But I feel a lot, I guess, lighter since I finally made the decision to forgive you and let go of the anger."

She leans in closer to the cart when someone tries to squeeze their way around us. "I just thought, I mean, you've just been so angry with me. You caught me off guard." "I kind of caught myself off guard, too." We begin moving again, to the relief of the people behind us. "I think I was tired of being mad at you. It's exhausting having such intense emotions all the time. And I realized I was holding myself back by not letting go." She shrugs. "I haven't forgotten yet, or anything. But I feel a lot, I guess, lighter since I finally made the decision to forgive you and let go of the anger."

"You fret in your own grease, and I won't forgive you. Never." He looked at me in despair, trembling as he pulled out the diamond ring he had thrown under the bed. "I regret it so much," he stammered. "I'm sorry. Please, give me another chance." Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, snowflakes began to fall again, just like the day we first met. I looked away and slowly stood up. "Let go. While I still remember the good parts about you, let go." His hand drooped, and his shoulders slumped.

And then— > Come for me, Luna. It hit like a wave. My hips arched off the bed, toes curling into the sheets. The sound that broke from me was raw, too loud for the silence of the room, but I didn’t care. I fell back into the mattress, trembling, breathless. My hand rested over my heart, trying to steady the pounding beneath it. The toy went still. I blinked back tears—not of sadness. Of release. I'm finally letting go. One last message came through:

This time, I finally understood— Letting go didn’t mean we would never meet again. It meant I could see clearly and still walk away with peace in my heart. I was finally free.