Her Sweetest Mistake 소설 & 이야기

Preparing it in separate bowls, I laid out the colorful fruits in brilliant circular design, each succulent berry, melon piece and sliced grape appealing to the eye. My mother was sloshing a plate in the soaping water when she said, "I can't help but notice that Everett and Ada seem to be getting closer, lately." She had an upward, teasing inflection in her tone. It took everything in me not to exhale in annoyance. "You're mistaken," I said, shaking my head, my chest swelling with self-righteousness. "I hate him, and she does too."

"I wanted to ask you to come to America with me, let's leave together to a place where there would be no obstacles, to a place where we would love each other and be together." I could remember these were the words I told her and that was the start of the pains and hurts we have felt all these years. I forced a smile. "I thought you once told me that I didn't learn from my mistakes." I was ready to learn from that mistake, a mistake that shouldn't have happened if I had once listened to her and not tried to flee. "I realized what you meant now." She looked into my eyes and I could see the glint in her eyes, that glint that had made me pause for a brief moment the first day I saw her in my fat

All so Knowing as a pair. How did this happen? Teachers prank. She knows everyone wants to be a pair with him and seeing Im the least interested, she just paired us together. "Is this destiny?" He bluntly asked, now making that smile again. Not his face. So early and this is the person I get to spend the rest of my whole period "So, being popular with girls actually turned you into 'that kind of person'." I spoke back. His smile disappeared. "Cant take a joke?" "You know I dont. So better stop."

"Dear god, I think I started to like him." Like? Like?! A cold, merciless rage curled around my ribs. What the actual fuck? But the last entry—the one at the very bottom—that one did it. "Dear god, he was a beautiful mistake in my life. I wish I could make the mistake again but I shouldn’t." I slammed the diary shut. My breathing was slow. Measured. Controlled. A mistake? She called him a mistake? She thought about him enough to call him that? My fingers twitched with the urge to rip the pages apart, to erase the words that didn’t belong to me.

I confess in a soft voice and her hand stills on my head “nonsense! There is no way you’d hurt a fly let alone a whole human being. I know you, you’re the sweetest bee to be born” I smile at that, if only she knew what a horrible person, I’ve been to him. “You don’t know maa” I tell her with a sigh “hmm… then maybe you should rectify the mistake” I tilt my head and look up at her, “And how do I do that?” I ask.

Killian pouted. "What Why?" "Please, please, please! I already chose the song for us!" "What song?" "We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez," Killian smiled. "Okay, so I should sing Selena’s part?” Juliette asked. "Yup. Your voice is sweeter than mine." Killian smirked. "Smooth like a snake," Juliette rolled her eyes. "Okay, but just this time. It's your channel category, not mine. You decided you wanted to sing on YouTube,"

Why is he suddenly asking me to choose colors for these items without any explanation? After thinking briefly, Mitch concluded that Douglass must have sent the message to him by mistake. After all, Mitch and Douglass were no longer the type of people who exchanged such casual messages. ...But if it really was sent by mistake, who was it originally meant for? The woman who was supposedly Douglass's fiancée, whom he had seen at the gathering, briefly crossed Mitch's mind. Although he had already heard that the two weren't particularly close despite being engaged, uncomfortable thoughts kept surfacing. Even though he knew nothing would change even if he felt uncomfortable...

She stepped forward and grabbed my hand dramatically. “Sabrina,” she breathed, “I’m so sorry if you got the wrong idea. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, please don’t leave.” Her eyes shimmered. Fake. Fake. Fake. She leaned closer, her nails digging lightly into my hand, and whispered so only I could hear: “Actually, I’d be delighted if you pack your shit and go.” Her breath smelled like strawberries and lies. I yanked my hand away so fast her eyes widened.

"I was wrong. I'm truly sorry." I looked up at him. "Why... Tell me, don’t I look trustworthy? What have I done that made me lose your trust?" He shook his head. "You didn’t lose my trust." "I didn’t?" I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. "That’s great news, yeah?" "I trust you, baby. You know I can trust you with my life." "Yeah, but not with your secrets!" I didn’t even realize I was crying until he reached forward and wiped my tears. I quickly slapped his hand away and moved away, creating a large space between us.

She opens the parcel and sees a medium-size pizza smiling at her. “Good morning, pizza!” The vivacious sound of her laughter makes the empty mansion happy after a long time. Here’s Ellen laughing alone in his cabin. If people come to see him, they’ll definitely think he's mad, but he can’t help but laugh. “Actually, there was an order man to deliver—” "Seriously, it’s so funny, I should set it as my ringtone.” Suddenly the vibrant memories of last night dance inside his heart, the girl who talked to him opening her whole heart, now stuttering while talking to him. Maybe he never thought about a night like this, but from now on, he will crave to feel that moment again and again. That is what