Novel & Cerita Before I Let Go

Once in the comfort of my own car, I send a quick text to the girls, letting them know how sorry I am for leaving so soon. Oh, how I wanted this day to be over with.

Things which she couldn't let go of anymore. "Do you know how much it hurts when I have to lie everyday to Smith! And fake it. Do you know it hurts to stay away from my baby, when he needs me the most. I feel useless when I develop feelings for you even acknowledging the fact that you murdered my father! How helpless I am!" She let it go, saying everything out which she'd been holding for so long. "It's okay I understand you" he patted her back and soothed her head. "Please don't cry, let's continue from here after you eat something. Let me order!" He offered her, taking his phone out and tapping the screen while she soaked his shirt with her tears.

-+-+-+-+-(-+-+++-+-+-(-+-+++-+-+-+--+-+-+-+-+ The house which was with me when my father left me, the house which was with me when I was all alone struggling to meet my end meets. the house which was with me when my mother became ill, the house which was with me when I was broke, then some house that gave me and my mother a roof. How can I let go of that house??? No, I won't He wants to get engaged, right? Then let me get engaged to him.

In his eyes, I should obey his every word and return to him when he crooked his finger. I stared at him in despair. He hadn't changed at all. I was just blind all along. I brought all this on myself. He stepped closer to me as I backed away. Eventually, I was backed up to the wall. I slid to my knees. "Mr. Chapman, I'm sorry. Please have mercy on me and let me go. I wish you and Ms. Tatcher a wonderful wedding and a happy life. I won't bother you in the future." He stared at me in shock. "What are you talking about, Summer?"

We were just eight years old then, innocent and unaware of what lay ahead. I was struggling not to cry. I was holding back tears in that moment. "Let go, I said! Just leave! I don’t need you anymore! I’m done with you! Just go! You’re just a burden here!!" I said that against my feelings. Against my heart, I had to let her go.

There was one more person I needed to see before I left this place, it was time for me to let go. It was time to be free.

“Maybe this is what it means to love someone for real... knowing they’re safer without you.” I took a breath. A long, slow one that felt like it scraped through my lungs. And I stayed like that for a while—just breathing. Because for the first time in a long time… I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted to let go. “Let go…” I muttered. But how? How do you let go of something that stitched itself into your bones? How do you stop wanting something that once made you feel like you could be more than what the world carved you out to be?

She had forgiven him, but she had not said she would stay. Even when facing a dying man, she would not offer false hope or kind lies. Ethan closed his eyes. A wave of grief washed over him. At the same time, there was a strange peace beneath it. Maybe this was what he deserved. He breathed out, voice barely audible, "If we could start fresh in our next life, I'll treat you right… I promise." With that final whisper, he let go. Ethan was gone.

“You’re ridiculous.” He grins, winking at me. “That’s why you love me.” I smile, feeling that warmth spread through me again. It’s been a long time since I felt this light, this… free. Maybe things won’t be perfect from here on out, but for the first time, I feel like I’m moving forward. Like I’m finally leaving all that anger and confusion behind. And I know now, more than ever, that it’s okay to let go. To forgive. To feel something new.

was I letting go my son? Before I could stop it, a single tear slipped down my cheek. "I miss you," I whispered. "Every single day." The wind picked up, rustling the leaves, sending a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes as though collecting the moment within before letting it all slide out. And then, I released it slowly. I had made a choice a long time ago. There was no going back on that until Damian and his family were blown to pieces. I didn't have to carry this burden alone, though. It didn't mean I had to discard everything else that mattered.