Future Break Point Novels & Stories

"I lost my family. My home. My reputation. My financial security. Everything I ever cared about is gone because I fell in love with you. And you can't even look me in the eye and admit that what we had was real." He takes a step back, putting distance between us. "I'm sorry you're going through this. But I can't help you. I can't be what you need." "I don't need you to fix everything," I say desperately. "I just need you to acknowledge that I'm not crazy. That what we had was real, even if it's over now." "It doesn't matter if it was real." "It matters to me!" "Well, it shouldn't." His voice hardens. "We made a mistake. Now we move on. That's how this works."

I made a show of turning the thought over in my head for a few seconds before I shook my head. “I can’t do it.” I said immediately , jumping up from my perched position on the chair to start dressing. He remained seated. “Don’t be in a hurry. Think about it first.” Dipping two fingers into his breast pocket, he brought out his card. “Call me when you’re ready.” He said with quiet emphasis I took the card and broke it in front of him . I expected anger to darkness his features but instead they lighted with interest. "If I'm doing any calling,it's to know when we'll be heading to court for an annulment.Now I'm late for work so please- "I stared pointedly at the door,a little breathless by my t

It's not a typo error. I might go on hiatus

I'll fix this. I'll make sure we're safe again.

An amazing, desperate opportunity to distract him. I pointed a finger at my own figure on the screen. My voice was calm, confused. “Sir… wait. Look at that time stamp. That’s the exact time the mayor was hit by the truck, right?” The officer leaned closer. “Yeah. So?” I tapped the screen again, right on the image of myself walking. “So… if that’s Victor Blackwood right there, in this alley at that exact minute… how could he also be driving a truck two miles away? Isn’t that… impossible?”

I felt a sharp headache, the result of long hours of futile thinking and self-reproach that had gnawed at my mind throughout my intermittent sleep. ​I stood up with a feeble body, preparing myself quickly as I tried to banish the features of fatigue from my face. I had to go; my feet were leading me against my will toward Adrian's shipping company... I needed answers, and I needed to end this game before it swallowed me.

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

Winter break would take care of that. Wrong.