Here For The Wrong Reasons Novels & Stories

The one I'd wear when I married her. But reality, as always, had its own cruel timing. The ill-fitting suit. The monogram sewn into the lining that wasn't my name. Her cold, dismissive gaze. I realized the woman I loved most no longer had any love left for me. Maybe the truth was, we'd already gone wrong five years ago. Or maybe… we were never right to begin with.

"I've lived with her for a year. I know who she really is." Joanna's eyes reddened instantly, and tears glistened in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't mean it that way. Savannah's a good person, and so are you. You two are perfect for each other. "I didn't mean to hit Thomas that day. The brakes failed. I didn't see it coming. Perhaps I forgot to pray, and my luck turned for the worse… I just wanted to bring him home. I never imagined it would end like that… Well, life is unpredictable."

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

Tears gathered in Kim's eyes. " You didn't have an option either, Kim.” Zita said. “So why are you being too hard on him?” Kimberlee moved away from them. “I'm not.” They will never understand. Pamela went to the kitchen and shortly came back with a glass of water for Kim. “Thanks.” “Maybe just hear him out?” Zita suggested. “I've heard everything he had to say. The conversation we had yesterday told me everything I needed to know. He only wants the baby because he feels some kind of entitlement and I think it's all about guilt, not responsibility.” Kim answered.

When this happens you start to regret some of your decisions when you think of all of the ways you could have avoided the situation that you are currently in - when you think of all the things you should not have done which would have altered your fate drastically. Despite all of that though, in my case, I think those people that lead their life believing 'everything happens for a reason' were onto something, but I think they were going about it in a totally wrong way. That statement could only be viable to a situation or person when the results in the end are rewarding and fulfilling.

"That I'm sorry? Fine. I'm sorry. Is that what fixes this?" "I don't want an apology that only exists because I asked for one." "Then what do you want?" "I want you to actually see what you did. Not perform regret. See it." I held his gaze, steady even though my chest wasn't. "And I don't think you can. I think somewhere along the way you convinced yourself that wanting me back is the same thing as understanding why I left. It isn't." • • •

He reads me the first paragraph. It begins: I was inside a wrong thing for twelve years and I knew it was wrong and I kept building it anyway. This is not a defense of that. This is an account of how the logic works, from the inside, so that the logic can be recognized before it produces the next wrong thing. He looks at the screen. He says: is that right. I say: yes. That is exactly right. He says: it does not excuse anything. I say: no. It does not try to. That is what makes it the right first paragraph.

“I am not trying to defend what I did, I am explaining it. There is a big difference.” He watched me. “What is the difference?” he asked. “A defense tries to say what happened was okay,” I explained. “An explanation just tells what happened and why. It does not claim the reason makes it right.” I stopped. “I will not say it was right. Taking the access was wrong keeping the secret for so long was wrong. The times when I could have told you and did not tell you were wrong.” I took a breath. “The reasons are not excuses. They are just the real state I was in.”

"What?" "Yes, I know I was wrong for not giving you the attention that you deserve for the past weeks! I was wrong for lying to you! I was wrong for deceiving you! I was wrong from hiding this huge truth from you! I was wrong for neglecting you! I was wrong for being a jerk! I was wrong for hurting you and causing you pain, Avery. In fact..." He trailed off, rubbing his face frustratey. "I hate myself more, knowing I was the reason why you're in this position, but I'm trying to make you understand that I would never hurt you intentionally, yet you wouldn't give me the chance to properly explain myself. What else do you want me to do?"

I shook my head, trying to find the right words again, "It just doesn't feel right, like.. it's for the wrong reasons." Haden gently tilted my chin up towards him, studying my face, a small frown on his own. He nodded silently, and it seemed like he was trying to find the right words too. "It is, for the wrong reasons," he agreed after a long moment, "but it's for the right ones too." I frowned up at him, ready to argue that those were contradictory statements, but he shook his head, and continued. "The reason for the urgency feels wrong, but the reasons for you being our Luna, they couldn't be any more right," he said gently, giving me an encouraging smile.