Before I Let Go Novels & Stories

We stared at each other for a moment—and the silence filled with all the things we'd never say. Finally, I broke it. “You should go before I start acting like the brother you remember. And know this, I'll be watching you. Don't try anything funny.” He let out a slow breath. “That sounds like a threat.” “Yes, it is.” He gave a soft chuckle, almost fond, before turning toward the door. “You'll see her again soon,” he said without looking back. “And when you do… you'll know what your pride really made you lose.”

Levi reluctantly let go of my hand, opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could speak, I hurried away. Like avoiding a plague, I was avoiding him. What I didn't see was Levi watching my retreating figure, his chest heaving noticeably. His restrained emotions were slowly crumbling, and this time, he would never let me go of his hand. But I was far from as calm as I appeared on the surface. I was letting go of my past with Levi, but the thought of the pain he had caused me still made me resentful.

"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.

But Seth didn't budge. Just as she felt her consciousness slipping, he let go. "Letting you die… would be too easy." He picked up his phone and dialed. "Hey. Do they still need people in the desert? I've got someone for you."

He knew Hazel didn't care, yet he refused to lose his grip on her. "Fine," he finally said, his voice returning to a flat tone. "Don't wait up." "I won't," Hazel replied lightly, patting the unwrinkled shoulder of his suit jacket. "Good luck, Diego." She turned and walked inside, leaving Diego standing alone at the door. He watched her retreating back, a strange sensation gnawing at his chest. This departure felt... wrong. Usually, he was the one leaving Hazel in an emotional state—angry, hurt, or weak. This time, Hazel was the one calmly "releasing" him.

“Because I love you.” “Well, I don’t love you!” I snap back. “This baby is not yours, and no matter what you say, you’ll not have the narrative to fit what you believe it is. Even if the baby were yours, I would want nothing to do with you. Now fuck off and leave me alone!” ***

left me to die in this cruel world. I look down at the tattered pieces of paper on the floor. I had gone the extra mile of cheering up that notebook in a fit of Rage. The truth wasn't easily impressed by anyone and I wasn't going to be new in that latter. I wanted nothing to do with the promises and hopes I had built up for myself in the name of family. I plan to burn that old book, forgive her dress that had been left behind for me to buy for my nanny. I knew that I didn't have any other but if I was going to survive in this world then I might as well let go of the attachments that make me feel alive. If losing hope is how I was going to survive then I had better get on it.

"Scarlett, you still can't let me go, can you?" I blew gently on Cesare's knuckles. "Don't waste your strength on him. He's not worth it." Then, I turned to Kane. "I'm leaving, Kane. Take good care of Arya." Goodbye, Kane. In my past life, I had drugged you and owed a debt to both you and Arya. In this life, I had repaid it in full. Hand in hand with Cesare, we crossed the border, stepping onto the land of my homeland.

Because maybe, just maybe, this was the moment things will finally change. The past can’t be undone. The pain can’t be erased. But It was time to let go. And as I held Kelly, her sobs echoing through the empty room, I knew she was finally starting to let go, too.

“Fucking let go of me!” “I’m gonna fuck you so hard right now… and make you pay for lying to me and for letting another man eat what belongs to me.” “I'm not your property, Adam and I do not want to fuck a sicko like you!” Using my strength, I tried to break free. But his grip was tight. He started to remove my clothes. I wriggled, cussing him with every chance. I would never let a jerk like him touch me. “Stay calm love and before you know it… it'll be all over…”