He Thought I Was Finally Learning I Was Already Leaving Novels & Stories

"Indeed, it was... painful. So painful to the point that I could no longer live the same way without you. But you know what? I've also learned something." I bit my lower lip as it trembled. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for what I was gonna say. "When I finally decided to leave you... My mind was already fixed with the idea that it might be a good thing for me to grow up on my own. I have never really been able to express myself as I was. I've always try and act as if I am happy with the way I was living with you back then—"

As I got into the moaned , I have four a sigh of relief , the thought of finally leaving was the best thing that I wanted at this moment , I wanted to be away from this place , I know that I don’t know how I am going to do that , but I think that it wad best that I left , being here wasn’t going to do any good to anyone snd most degontky was going to do any good to me C I had already ruling him enough for being a bitch mom , I still wasn’t going to be that girl that I thought that I was . I think that whatever chapter that I had here was over and the moment I stepped into that plane, I knew that I have to leave that life behind and go after new things that I don’t think are going to work out

I said and left. ***

I cried against his back as he turn away from me. "This is your home! The sooner you make peace with the fact the better. Start getting ready we leave early tomorrow morning" With that, he stormed out of the room leaving me alone with my thoughts. What the hell have I gotten into? . . . TBC

“Thanks.” He hesitated. “Can we talk?” I gestured to the chair across from me. “Sure.” He sat, hands clasped together. “I meant what I said. I’m not here to pressure you. I just want to be honest.” I studied him. “Then be honest. Why now?” He took a deep breath. “Because I realized that leaving was the biggest mistake of my life. I thought I needed something else, someone else. But it was always you. I was too blind to see it.”

He chuckled, faint, rasping, but it was enough to make me feel sick with love and anger and fear all at once. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, cursing myself for thinking I would get away. And I realized something terrifyingly true: I’d never, ever, in my goddamn life been able to leave him behind. Not that I was ever going to tell him that.

Taking a closer look, his shoulders are tensed, his muscles keeps flexing beneath his singlet, and his jaw is clenched so hard it's a miracle his teeth are still working. “My men will bring your belongings over. Do not leave.” he growls. “What is—” He walks out without waiting to hear the end of my sentence. “---going on?” I mumble the last part to myself. Great. He left, he freaking left after the moment we just had. What was I thinking? Why would I let that happen? I groan, hitting my head over, and over again. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I am so stupid goshhh.

"Leaving?" "Yes." "Where are we going?" "The pack house." I sighed. "You're going to have to stop using words I don't understand." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You'll understand soon." I rolled my eyes. "I should've known." He stood. "Finish your breakfast." ". Then?" "Then I'll show you my world." Those words lingered in my mind long after he walked out of the dining room. My world. I wasn't sure why...

he said with that devastating smile. As I left the library on shaky legs, one thought kept running through my head. Tonight could not come fast enough.

He understood and he left. 'Good riddance' I muttered in thought. The pain began to intensify. My fate was in limbo now.