Novel & Cerita For My Abandoned Love

On the day I'm diagnosed with dependent personality disorder, my family treats me like I'm the most fragile porcelain. My parents put me first in everything. Mom even quits her executive job to stay by my side during treatment. The day my condition finally stabilizes, they smile with genuine relief for the first time. Even my adopted older sister, Winifred Linberry, smiles. She says, "I told you Sadie wasn't that sick. She just wanted to hog your attention." That day, my parents scold her for the first time and insist she apologize to me. On the night she goes to a class reunion, I quietly mention that my heart feels a little uneasy. Dad suddenly slams the medicine box in his hand ont

She replied indifferently. She was about to end the call when she heard him beg, "Wait, don't hang up. I want to make things right. Give me a chance please, Hannah. I want a do-over with you. You and me." "I can't... I'm happy where I am. I feel valued, cared for, and loved. After losing Bridget, that's my breaking point. My love for you died with her." Her words felt like sharp knives pushing into his skin. Slow and painful.

My head sank into a fog of pain until I could no longer think. Just before the darkness claimed me, I saw the woman who once promised to love me forever holding another man intimately in her arms as she said, "The world only needs one pianist. Marc is that one."

She had tried everything to seduce him, but he had always refused. That day, he had fallen to his knees before me. His eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, just like the day he'd seen me off at 18. "Felicity, don't leave me. Don't ever abandon me. I'll come for you. I'll never let us be apart," he had promised. "I swear no one will ever come between us. If I ever break it, I deserve whatever comes." Gabriel had spoken slowly and sincerely, and I had truly believed him.

I weep for the abandoned dinner, for the set table, for the candles extinguished before they even had a chance to live. I weep for this pregnancy barely begun, already rejected. I weep for this belly ignored, denied. For this love I carried alone. I weep for what my sister stole from me. For her words, whispered in my ear like a provocation: "I'm pregnant. By him." And him, Marius, silent, but standing at her side like a trophy she had conquered, a man who would not be returned to me. I weep for my naïveté. I weep for that foolish belief that love is sometimes born of the everyday, that it can grow where nothing was ever sown.

It could go one or two ways they could ever realise that we were doing it all with good intentions or take it really bad and flip out . I look at myself in the mirror. I haven’t shaved in weeks. I look older than I actually am, but right now I can’t be bothered. I look like I’ve been in a fight. My eyes are black and hollow. This is what loving does to you when the one person you have fallen in love with abandons you and refuses to have anything to do with you. I may as well give up now this shit isn’t worth it.

“Damian, please, I know I messed up, but I never stopped loving you. Please, give me a chance to make it right.” But Damian’s rage was unrelenting, his resolve unyielding. He turned away from her, his jaw clenched in a mask of fury. “I don’t want to hear it, Abigail. Just leave.” With a heavy heart, Abigail turned and walked away, each step echoing like a drumbeat of regret. And as the door closed behind her, she knew that she had lost him. Lost the love she had fought so hard to earn, lost the future she had dared to dream of. All that was left was the hollow emptiness of her own making, a gaping void where once there had been love.

Now that it was within my reach, I yearned to cherish it fully. “Alright,” I said, a sense of purpose igniting within me. I positioned my fingers over the keys, feeling the familiar weight of anticipation settle in. With a deep breath, I began to play, allowing the melody to flow from my fingertips. The notes filled the room, each one echoing the emotions I carried deep within. I sang of love lost in past lives—the pain of our murders, the betrayal that had ripped us apart. Yet, I also celebrated the love we had rediscovered, a bond that endured despite the hurdles we faced. I sang of a love that my uncle would never accept and the oath that bound me.

Whatever he felt, I did not care. I left his room with his teary eyes following me. On getting to the shithole I called my room, I allowed fresh tears to wash my face. My room was the same scattered mess I left behind while trying to run away after Kade stole all my savings. That same Kade now came to profess love to me. Cahir – "I miss you." I choked into my ratty pillow. "You're an asshole who abandoned me but I miss you and I don't know why. I don't want to." I sniffed into the empty room.

Tell me, coz I can't move my feet away Away from you Look at me now I'm still frustrated And hopeless Chorus: I am mistaken I know I realize how memory fades my feelings get away But comeback in just one kiss and hug from you I'm still hoping for you To comeback But what the hell happened you left me behind everything is worthless everything is wasteless I lost you. bridges: I remember yesterday when you told me that you care But you fell out of love I ask you to change What you've said but there's no turning back Is this the end of our love story? A Game Called Love I regret it to let you go for heaven's sake How can I continue my life without you? My future with you Now, I see you happy wi