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

“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.

This wasn’t over. Not even close.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

AFTER STARTING READING. PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY 🙏❤️ Happy Reading 🤗 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ That afternoon the atmosphere of mourning was felt. Even though it was only attended by a few people, such as Caramel's work friends and her neighbors. One of them is Megan, the old lady's wearing sunglasses while continuing to wipe her nose with a tissue accompanied by a sad sob. "Oh, Caramel..." said Megan, who still couldn't believe this fact.

“What?” “I said we’re done,” he repeated, quieter this time. “I’m tired, okay? I’m tired of feeling like I have to be with you out of pity. Every conversation we have ends up about that night of your parents' accident and your memory loss. I can’t do it anymore, I can’t keep feeling sorry for you.” My eyes widened, as a single tear slid down my right eye. “Do you even realize what you’re saying right now?” He looked straight at me. “We’re over.”

I said. "Don't overthink it."

I insist firmly. It's over.

Call me crazy, I don't give a shit at this point. ✨ THE END ✨

"I only discovered this a couple of days ago. I went to see Wendy and told her to stay away from you. Then we had a big argument, and she let slip it out. That's when I found out." Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, falling onto Mark's hand. In a way, I was clearing my name before I died. "Don't cry, Jennifer." He released me, bent over, and wiped away my tears. In his arms, I sobbed uncontrollably. "Mark, here..." I pointed to my heart. "It won't beat for you anymore. "Mark, if it were possible, I would wish we never met." I wiped my tears and smiled. "Mark, this is the last time I'll call you that. From now on... we go our separate ways."

He was gone. My mom's words echoed in my head, I remembered what she said to me once or twice, it kept going for so long. It might be what would help me get over Antony. She would always say; “Don't be sad. At the end of the day, nothing lasts forever. Everyone leaves sooner or later, my baby." I sniffled and choked on a sob. It hurt like hell actually, the pain only worsened. Would it ever stop? Will I get over this? I needed to know, I couldn't take this. I just couldn't. ******