Don't Throw It Out Novels & Stories

She made me look like a fool in front of my nephew. Dinnertime. I threw on a burgundy double-breasted suit, ditching the shirt for a more casual look. I tamed my messy curls with some gel and checked myself out in the mirror.I didn't look bad at all. I sprayed on a quick spritz of cologne and headed downstairs.

Instead, he focused on explaining the basics of skiing, keeping the conversation light and effortless. Sports were the best medicine for pain. By the time we finished skiing, my chest no longer felt so heavy. Drake drove me home. Before I got out of the car, he said, "If Chris gives you trouble again, tell me immediately." That night, I went straight to my study and took out the wedding dress sketches I once designed and old photos of Chris and me. Then, I burned them all to ash. Now, there was no longer any trace of my past with Chris.

“So why keep it?” “It’s expensive,” I say with a shrug. He raises a brow. “Pretty sure your scrunchie costs more than it.” I can’t think of a response so I stay quiet as we walk. After a while, he adds softly, “You could have thrown it out.” I still stay silent for a moment, then I say, “I keep forgetting it’s there.” He smiles. “You never forget anything.”

“Practically, I mean. What are we actually dealing with?” “It is a warning,” Dominic said. He had moved closer to the altar without appearing to have made the decision to, and his face was doing the thing it did when something genuinely troubled him, not showing it, exactly, but failing entirely to look neutral. “Everything about this says we should destroy it. We should burn it and be done.”

“No. You don’t get to hold him. Not today. Not until you understand exactly what you threw away.” ***

I folded the bib carefully, then I laid it flat at the bottom of the suitcase and zipped it shut. Some things don't need to be thrown away, but they don't need to be taken out and looked at ever again either.

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The old Zane did not say anything, after he threw her phone away, he was not angry and continued to say: - Doris, can you calm down and listen to me? Doris saw that he didn't seem to have any other motivation, but if he had another purpose, he would have done it long ago without having to go around like that. Doris also persisted, squeezing her fear down and saying: - Then why do you want to do things like this, even break my phone? Zane quickly took the photo out of his pocket and handed it to Doris, who said nothing to let her see it for a moment. Doris took the photo in fear and then looked at the photo seriously.