Before I Let Go Novels & Stories

I was burning everything behind me. No more tears. waiting, nor hoping. As I packed for China, I made peace with my choice. I let go. Of him. Of home. Of love. Forever.

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.

I could feel his chest expand, then slowly deflate—guiding me to follow suit. "If you ask, how do you let go? Not by forgetting. Not by pretending it doesn’t hurt. Letting go is accepting that a part of them will stay with us in a different way. You’ll see it in the first step that child takes when they run again. You’ll hear it in the laughter that fills the dining room once more. And when you fight again—because you will fight again—you’ll carry their courage at the tip of your claws."

I murmured against his hair. Later that night, after the kids were in bed, Adrian and I sat on the porch, watching the stars. I told him about seeing Caleb, about the conversation, about finally letting go. When I finished, Adrian squeezed my hand. “I’m proud of you,” he said simply. For a long moment, I just sat there, breathing in the cool night air, feeling the solid weight of Adrian beside me. And then, with a deep, steadying breath, I whispered into the darkness, “I’m not carrying it anymore. I’ve let it go.”

Rose P.O.V In the morning, I did my morning routine and went downstairs. I saw my mom had already left for her work. She is a job worker. I took a bus and left for my university. When I reached there, I sent a message to Alice. When I went to my locker to get my books, I saw Arvan was coming there. I was very nervous. But he didn't give me a single glance. He almost passed by my side when I called him, "Arvan."

"What is wrong with you recently? Why do you keep doing things like this? After all, we’re supposed to be—" I stopped myself, recalling Mom’s words: *Never let them know your enemies have power over you.* "Forget I said that," I mumbled. "It’s not that deep," he said, pulling me into him again and wrapping his arms around my waist in a manner that caused my breasts to press against his chest. He planted a soft kiss on my bare skin and squeezed my hips, causing me to shudder as I felt my defenses come down. "Really. I’ve been planning a little weekend getaway. Maybe we can make up then.”

He told us that since your heart belonged to Dylan now, it'd be better to leave while you still didn't remember his face. "He said he'd never wanted to spend the rest of his life dragging you down, and that letting you go was the right thing to do." A deafening, high-pitched ring echoed through Eleanor's mind.

"I... I am on a business trip with dad. He came to the lounge. Do you want me to accompany you to meet him?" She said, "Of course not. There is nothing between him and I. I have to go in now. Let's talk later when we have a chance." Nicky Enderson frowned, "You are... Do you still mind what happened before?" She let out a breath, "These past few years, I've experienced a lot, especially this year … There are some things that I have to let go of, and to live my life in peace is better than anything else. Bro, there are some things that you should let go of, so you should let go of it as soon as possible. "

Let's end this. ***

Even if it felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind. It was time to let go. And this time, I wasn’t going to look back.