He Chose Her So I Left นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"And Cayden, please. Don't." Cayden stayed still, his breathing heavy, jaw tight. Her words hit harder than the punch I just threw. There was no anger in her voice. No hatred. Just certainty. A decision already made. I hadn't just lost her. She had chosen to walk away. I looked at her one last time. She didn't flinch. She didn't ask me to stay. Without a word, I turned and walked away, the sound of the forest behind me already fading.

I admitted quietly. She looked up. “When?” “When I saw the message. When I heard the child. When I knew they were trying to make me choose.” Her hand rose to my chest. “You chose a life.” “I left you.” “No,” she said firmly. “You trusted me.” I stared at her. She continued, “That’s what I’m choosing to believe. Don’t ruin it.” A quiet laugh left me before I could stop it. Her eyes softened immediately. “There. Again.”

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As if destiny is not the choices we make. I just don't believe in that. Yeah, I believe that I fell in love, but I believe that I chose her, I believe that it was my choice...not something written in the stars all those years ago. It was my choice. Like I chose to be with her; now, I am choosing to leave her behind. I am choosing to move on. For the very first time, I am choosing to be selfish.