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I could not help but wonder if Jason and I would ever get to that point, or if my happiness —like that of Aaron and Cassie— would be found in the arms of a second chance mate. Carly growled in my head at me for even thinking that way, but I could not help myself. At what point do you cut your losses and realize that a relationship is not going to work? “At the point that you stop caring,” Carly growled in response. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes I hated that she could hear my thoughts. “You know that you need to cut your losses when your decision to leave is not based on anger or fear or frustration. When you stop feeling hurt and you still want to leave, that is when you know it is time.”

"So you are really giving up on him?" “I am not giving up," I corrected gently. "I am letting go. There is a difference. Giving up means I still want it but I'm too tired to fight. Letting go means I finally understand it was never meant to be mine in the first place." "That sounds sad," Nyra whispered.

It was a way for me to focus, to live in the moment without the constant ping of notifications from my past life. I never told Leo I was leaving. In truth, I couldn’t bring myself to. It felt too final, like closing a chapter I wasn’t ready to write the last word for. And, if I’m honest, I wasn’t sure how to explain to him that I needed space. I needed time to figure out who I was, apart from him. So I left, and I let the silence stretch between us. ---

“Subject: A Temporary Goodbye Hey Lily, I hope this message finds you in good health and spirits. There's something I need to share with you, and I want you to understand that this decision wasn't made lightly. I've found myself in a situation that requires me to step away for a while, to take some time to figure things out on my own. Please don't blame yourself or wonder if you could have done something differently. This is something I need to face on my own. I value our friendship immensely, and it pains me to leave without much explanation. Trust me, if I could share more details, I would. But for now, this is something I need to handle alone. I know this must be confusing, and I'm sorry

"One year, andq when it ends, you walk away with more than enough to build whatever life you want, completely on your own terms." The glass in my hand stopped halfway to my lips.

I do not want to be selfish or self-centered. The only immediate problem with letting go is that --bad timing or not-- I am going to shift for the first time tonight. There is nothing I can do to stop or postpone it, as much as I would like to do so. I am worried about how it is going to go.

Dear Roman, Something has been bothering me for a while now, and I think I should convey it to you. Initially, I was okay with our relat ionship setup because I believed our love would overcome any barrier. But sadly, I was wrong.A lot of things change with time, includingfeelings for people. Even though you hold a special place in myheart, I do not feel that kind of love for you anymore. I’m sorry ourrelationship has come to the point where we do not connect likebefore.I cannot keep living like this, worrying about you and being uncertain of our relationship. I think we should let go of this relationship and move on in life.It would be unfair to you if I let itcontinue this way. You certain

Theodore couldn't react to everything and simply yelled back angrily, "Ellena! Just when are you going to stop this madness? Come back and…" I didn't even hesitate when I hung up and blocked him again.

But the next moment, I suddenly realized that they must've seen my journal. I filled an entire journal with all my grievances and instances of being overlooked. Perhaps that was why they wanted to make it up to me. But what was the point of making things up to me now? I had already left them, and I had been hurt by them time and again. No matter how they tried to make amends, it was too late. The scars wouldn't go away. "I have broken up with William, so I don't need the mating ceremony anymore," I said. "As for my birthday, just forget it. I don't like to celebrate them."

So, I'm just gonna take a break till this imposter syndrome is gone, and I stop feeling like crap. If you really enjoy this story. I'm sorry for the break. You never left a review or told me your thoughts, so I don't know. And if you truly don't enjoy the story anymore, I'm sorry. I'm going away for a while to find myself and do better. Bye for now.