Don't Be Sad It's Over Novels & Stories

I bit my lip, choking back sobs. "Alicia… your uncle doesn't want us to stay here. Let's leave, okay?" She pulled away from me, clutching the scarf tightly in her hands. After a long silence, she said, "Can I give him one last chance? If he really doesn't like me, then we'll leave him forever." Before I could answer, her voice dropped, full of sorrow. "I've grown up… and I've never called him 'Dad' out loud…" Tears ran down my face, unstoppable. Finally, I nodded. "All right."

No matter how sorry he looks. [It's over. Truly.]

"Don't cry because it's over... smile because it happened" Dr. Seuss ****🙂🙂**** "I love him so much and it's so hard for me to move forward. The memories kept me tied to what we used to have. Unfortunately, I'm the only one who has those memories papa...he no longer has those...he sees me as a brother now...and maybe that's what is supposed to happen...we are brothers...so I have to be a brother to him...even if it hurts so much..."

I growled, stepping closer until our faces were only inches apart, the mutual resentment between us so heavy that it completely erased whatever affection we had shared during our college years. ​"I am not going to stay here and listen to a broke manager lecture me about the future, because you are officially ruined, Derek, and if you cannot find a way to pay off the bank notices by tomorrow afternoon, I am taking my jewelry and leaving this house before the movers show up to repossess the furniture," Vera screamed, turning her back on me and storming toward the main bedroom while slamming the door behind her so hard that a decorative frame fell off the wall and shattered on the floor tiles.

“I’m sorry, Alara. But it’s over.” And just like that, everything shattered.

“Sweetheart, from now on, don't let yourself get hurt. Your pain hurts me more than it hurts you.” Tears trickled down her cheeks, mingling with the blood from her gruesome wounds before vanishing into the floorboards. ‘James, is this what you wanted?’ Remi thought. Her clothes were torn to shreds, every inch of her body kissed by those homeless men. Just as they lowered their trousers to take her… Her lungs spasmed violently, choking off her breath. In utter despair, she bit down on her tongue, ready to end it. At that very instant, the gate burst open with a violent kick.

“Good morning, baby.” “Good morning, Mom.” I sat on the bed. Then she took a place on the couch not so far from my bed. “Why do you look this way?” I managed a smile. I didn't know whether I meant it or not. “You should get over him already. He's not worth it and I'm sure you know this.” I let out with a smile I didn't know whether I meant it or not. “Stop crying. Get over him. You have me on your side and you know this.” It was okay to cry but not so much. It was time to move on. I knew no matter what I say, it wasn’t goi to bring back anything but it’s better we moved on with our lives.

"You must be joking, Ms. Crane," I said. "As long as the project goes smoothly, who cares if you two drink from the same glass? Even if you set off on your honeymoon right here, right now, I'd be the first to applaud. In fact, I wish you two a lifetime of happiness. May you have lots of children." The moment I finished speaking, the taunting look on Ian Lewis' face froze. The wine glass he was holding hovered awkwardly midair, and he didn't know whether to withdraw it.

“The same Mr. Black? The one who literally never smiles, never bends the rules, never even looks sympathetic? He won’t even want to see you, let alone listen.” “Then what should I do?” My voice broke on the last word. Tears spilled over before I could stop them, hot and fast down my cheeks. “I don’t know how to fix this mess. I don’t want my mom overthinking because of me. I promised her. I tried so hard. But this is what I get? What am I supposed to do now?” The sobs came harder, chest heaving. I curled in on myself, arms wrapped tight around my knees like that could hold everything together.

I didn't hear it from Dante. What I got was one message: [Business trip. South Europe. Few days. We'll talk when I'm back.] One line with no explanation.