Heartbroken Letters To My Ex の小説・ストーリー

I fall on my knees in front of them and grab the letter next to it. “Alec, I am sorry I am not the woman you expected me to be, I am not made for this world of people that try to get in the middle of a happy couple. I love you with all my heart and I will net er be able to forget you for as long as I shall live, but I know we don’t belong together. I am sorry for doing this. But I couldn’t face you, I wouldn’t be able to see the hurt own your eyes and I know you would be able to stop me, and make me change my mind. I will always love you. Thank you for loving me.

It was a paper, not just any paper, a letter. “It’s a letter,” I announced, and the three of them rushed over, sitting down while Wolvin bent down from behind the couch to read it with us. “Dear ex-mates, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? Now will you leave me alone? I don’t want to be around any of you. The pain you caused me is still fresh. I cannot forget the rejections and betrayals, and yes, you say you had a reason, but now it’s my decision to never go back to any of you. I don’t want to ever see your faces. I want to live my life like you never happened. Go on with your lives and leave me alone. I know you never respected me, but at least respect my decision to be alone. Never your

You hold an incredibly special place in my life, and every single moment we spent together was a precious treasure that I will forever cherish in my heart. Please do hate me. Take care of yourself and good care of Austin. He needs you in his life more than I do. I love you and I miss you. ~ Yours Jacob. As I finished reading the letter, my heart sank and tears welled up in my eyes. The weight of sadness, longing, and anger overwhelmed me, like a storm crashing against the shore. Jacob's words pierced through my soul, leaving me feeling shattered and lost. I miss you, Jacob, I really do.

The weight of my decision pressed heavily on my chest as I packed my belongings into a bag, my hands trembling slightly. My heart ached as I sat down to write the letters - one to Elijah, Lucas, and another to Selena, my dear friend. I thanked Selena for her unwavering support and promised her that I would never forget her and her daughter, Abriel. It was a painful farewell, but I knew it was necessary.

I feel your touch when I'm alone at night But it's just me who's holding tight And this life don't feel like you There's nothing left but these I love you's And I just wanna scream out 'til my voice breaks Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me I just wanna know how I can save me Even if these three words choke and take me Baby, I love you I love you Baby, I love you I love you Baby, I love you My dearest Zachary, I write this letter just to make sure that you are fine. I wanted you to know that I've been faithful and loyal to you. Even though I wanted to go with my classmates to bars and clubs and even parties, I thought about you. I don't want to go and party anywhere without you.

You are the only real thing in my life. --- *June 3rd* You smiled at Marcus Hale today during that lunch meeting. A real smile. The kind you used to give me. It tore me apart. I wanted to punch him, but I have no right. I pushed you toward needing someone else. --- I scrolled through more, tears blurring my vision. Page after page of raw regret, confessions, fears. He had written them in the quiet hours when I thought he was working or with Natasha. Letters he never sent, perhaps because he was still too proud, too broken, too afraid.

I stood from my bed and walked to my table, the letters that were written to me were always dropped by the servants, and just like always, it was there, on my table, about 17 of them, all from Carla. My heart skipped a beat as I touched the letters, I opened the one at the top, of course, it was the latest one, and by the looks of it, it was sent just 2 months ago, I unsealed it and began to read its content. The letter fell from my hand as I finished reading it, I wish I hadn’t, she wrote to me about her moving on, she was now in love with another. I went back in my bed and buried my head in my pillow, then I cried hard.

Curiosity compels me to open it. Inside, I find an old letter, the paper yellowed with time. The handwriting is delicate, elegant, but marked by strokes that reveal emotion. My heart races as I begin to read. "Alexander, I know words will never be enough to explain what happened. I never wanted us to end like this, but you know some things are beyond our control. You’ve always been strong, always dealt with losses in a way I never could. And now, I’m just another of those losses. Don’t look for me. It’s better this way. For you. For us."

And I am sorry that my heart wasn’t strong enough to keep beating for you. All my love, all that’s left, Mama’ My heart is crushed. I fold the letter along its original creases with hands that are shaking so badly the paper rattles, and I press it against my chest the way you’d press a wound to stop the bleeding.