Faded Petals Belated Love Novels & Stories

She loves only me. I finally pluck the last petal and hold it up. It glows brighter than the rest. “Alayna,” I whisper and for the first time in my twenty-eight years of life, my voice breaks. “If you can hear me, don’t give up. I am not dead. I am coming back. I will find you. Wait for me.” Then I blow. The petal dances into the night, joining the others. I stand up with Carrot’s help and limp forward towards the windowsill. One hand braces the frame and I lean against it, watching as the petals vanish among the stars.

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

Martin stopped as he realized she was rejecting him again. His heart swelled with bitterness, and he looked downwards to fight back his tears as he nodded repeatedly. He knew he should be leaving, because she would tell him to leave if he didn't. Chuckling bitterly with that thought, he rasped, "Happy birthday. I wish you all the best…" When he stood up and started to leave with a controlled pace, she suddenly called out, "That promise about my birthday. Let this one be the last." Martin paused, defeated as his tear trickled down his cheek then.

The petals shimmered pale blue, the same shade Blythe loved. A gravestone stood ahead. His name is carved across it: Xavien Umbra A figure knelt before it. Her hair was loose. Gown torn. Skin streaked with ash. "Blythe?" She didn't look up. "You said you'd come back," she whispered. "I'm here," he said. "Right here." She shook her head. "You died for nothing. For me. And I was never enough." He reached for her—his hand passed through.

A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell onto the withered petals. In the end, Julia and I had nothing left but a love that bloomed too briefly and faded too soon. The End.

On our wedding night, Timothy Soloman tossed a pack of contraceptive pills at me once it was over. "Amanda, you can't get pregnant." My brows knitted together. "But there's nothing wrong with my body." He shook his head. "That's not why. "I have a son. He's already five. I married you, but I also promised her there wouldn't be a second child." I felt like I'd been dropped into an ice cellar, my whole body shaking without end. "Who is she? Why are you telling me this only now?" I asked. "The girl you used to sponsor, the one who couldn't afford her tuition. She's been clinging to me, and I can't shake her loose. "But don't worry. You're the only one in my heart. You will always be my

The surgeon told me that amputating my leg could buy me one more year, and asked whether I'd accept it. My breath caught. I hesitated a long time, and then I messaged my wife anyway. "The surgery could give me another year. Do you want me to do it?" One minute before they wheeled me into the operating room, my phone finally buzzed. A message read "Hope this helps"! And a cash transfer. The same as every message I'd sent her for three years. Ever since our wedding night, when I asked her for five hundred thousand dollars, Victoria had been certain I was exactly the gold digger her friends said I was. So when I was hospitalized saving her life, she sent money. When I begged her to come

Twenty minutes later, I'd finished placing everything I’d put in the tote back into my desk, and with leaden feet, I exited the building and headed to my truck. When I opened the door, I gasped, and as I gazed at the item on the driver's seat; my eyes welled with moisture. A single red rose set on the cushion, so fresh and new moisture still clung to its velvety folds. So not fair, I inwardly wailed. Then, spying a note beneath the rose, I hesitated before reaching for the slip of paper. Unfolding it, I read the bold script, "No matter how far you run, or how far apart we are, you'll always have my heart. Please, listen to "Gone, Gone, Gone" by Phillip Phillips and "I Fall To Pieces" by Pats

I may look rigid and tough but I was crying from beneath . " why you have to do this to me Petal ? " I whispered as if she would hear it but she wasn't there . I raced the car while smoking . I kept on increasing the speed until my brain felt numb . May be we don't belonged together . I tried alot from my side but it shouldn't be one sided . When she went with her brother . I was laying there in blood . Everyday and night when my treatments were going on , not for once I stopped remembering her . After my treatment the first thing i wanted was to bring her back to me because my hearts say she belonged to me and she loved me . She was intoxicated in my veins . Her name comes from my lips as

This love is good This love is bad This love is alive, back from the dead These hands had to let it go free And this love came back to me ... Taylor's voice was singing in the background but it felt more like she was singing about them. This love left a permanent mark This love is glowing in the dark These hands had to let it go free And this love came back to me ... His gaze lingered on her face. She held a smile. As the music faded, the lyrics stayed. When the music was over, they wished it had gone for a little bit longer.