He Doesn't Love Her Novels & Stories

His jaw clenched and his hands was in a fist , he harshly clasped my jaw between this thumb and fingers making me look in his angry eyes. " Don't be a brat and finish your breakfast then we will talk about US. " His face was dangerously close to me. US? There was no us here. " Why are you doing this Aatish? I don't understand, why? " His gaze softened a bit and he took back his hands. My eyes were already brimmed with unshed tears. " I love you. Isn't it obvious? " Did he just said he loves me? Still it didn't justify his behavior. I looked at him , still waiting for the explanation.

he paused, exhaling all the air into his chest, he breathed hurt, broken, “Although he doesn't love me.” I turn my face seeing him contain sadness in his eyes. It hurt. How can someone not love you? “The fact that he doesn't show affection that he loves you doesn't mean he doesn't. He loves you." He denies lost in the landscape. “They don't love me for who I am. And I prefer it to be that way than to be loved for something I pretend to be.” “You're cool like that. It’s you and you’re amazing.” My mouth had no qualms, my tongue had fun with it as it pleased. He no longer knew what she was saying.

He did nothing but cause her pain. “After everything she did, you still kept her photo. Are you perhaps….. still in love with her…” Elizabeth's heart was thudding when she asked him that question. She already knew the answer. Why would she want to hear it again? But what if…. It can't be possible… but… “I fucking don't love her!” He growled. That's a lie…. He knew it. Even in her absence, she's messing with his head. And now, Elizabeth is here, also messing with his head. Making him damn confused and mad.

She was already breaking his heart anyway. “I mean I love you but as a friend. I…I will never… I mean. You know what I mean,” she finished in a small voice. Damn! He had to tamper down his frustration. Why was she not saying it? Why was she so hesitant to tell him that she did not love him and she never will? He shrugged and did not move not making it easy for her. “No, I don’t,” he finally replied when she fell silent watching him with her doe eye expression again. “Why don’t you tell me?” he asked gently trying not to let his emotions show in his voice.

"I asked cackling he needed to tell me he wasn't. "What do you mean by I am in love with her, I don't love her?" he denied, but Lucas isn't a good liar and I could see right through him, and I'm so disappointed in him after everything we've gone through to get here. "If you're not in love with her, why can't we use her? This is a golden opportunity right in front of us, Lucas! Don't be a moron!"I yelled fiercely, and Lucas moved away from me.

She burst out laughing, and that scared me a little. He wasn’t in love with her? “No, Claire. No. This isn’t a sign. He doesn’t love her because he’s a confused bastard who never knows what he wants. This isn’t a sign to think it is because he misses and wants you back,” I thought, then turned to ask more questions, but she was downing more shots of vodka. Before I could take it away from her, she had already gulped it down. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep drinking this way,” I almost yelled.

'' I run my fingers through my hair, glancing toward my wrist watch. ''Do you love him?'' He asks, making me stop moving all at once. I look back at him—somehow not believing what he just asked. I sigh deeply, showing how uncomfortable I am with this topic and how unrealistic for me to love someone who has left me and my mother without even once coming back to see us. Not even when she died. ''Let's just say that love doesn't exist.'' I mutter, determined with my answer. ''I don't know what had happened between you two but from what I see, from what I heard, he's different.'' He looks down at his own hands, ''He's dying.''

She hissed and slapped his hand from hers. "Am sorry now." He tried to react for her but she was at a distant, "Women and thor problem, they are so dramatic." He placed his palm on his forehead. "Wait so you mean? I have a problem? Like I am problematic?" She widened her eyes. "No no. I didn't say so, don't misunderstand me. I didn't say you have problem. You are not problematic, I love you and you know that." He tried to convince her so he what he said won't raise an argument that night. They just made love, he doesn't want to ruin the feeling.

he asked. "B-because. Because that's...." He smiled cynically. Because that was his dream. The man she loved. He turned around. "I understand. I thought as much." "Are you offering?" She asked hesitantly. "Are you accepting?" He shot. She put her fingers together over the glass. "No." He narrowed his eyes. "You love him a lot don't you?" He didn't wait for an answer, leaving her alone.

“I wanted to apologize for having done that. I shouldn't have surrounded you like that.” “Yeah... you shouldn't have.” “Yeah, but now I'm not engaged anymore. You know when things can't fit together in any way? It's like trying to fit a stranger's cube into a painting, they'll never match.” Damn, that was deep, but I don't want to hear anyone's problems, least of all his. “Didn't you love him?” Rumor had it that he was dominated by her, but that's not quite what it seems. “In fact, I never loved her, it was just something I was trying to make work, which ended up going very wrong.” He seemed depressed or something, does money bring that much sadness?