Romans & histoires How Do Guys Feel When They Get Left On Read

Before I had a chance to respond, he marched away, leaving me alone in the center of the grand hall. I remained there, amazed, with my breath held in my lungs. The impact of his rejection affected me deeply. Tears almost fell as I realized how much I cared deeply for someone who didn’t seem to care at all.

It was like our souls had been longing for each other. Unfortunately for me, every time I remembered the intense intimate interaction I had shared with Lucien, it also brought back memories of how he had walked out on me leaving me feeling rejected and undesirable without any explanation and my anger was renewed. No man had ever made me feel that way and I decided that no man would ever be able to make me feel that way again, strange pull or not!

"When did you realize? When did the bond—when did it click?" "After you left. After I rejected Emily. I was standing there thinking about why you'd looked so devastated and it—it hit me. The pull. The certainty. The mate bond screaming that I'd just watched my fated mate leave looking heartbroken and I hadn't—I hadn't even realized what was happening."

Sighing, I got up and went to the break room. When I returned to the office minutes later, the other guys from the other teams had left. Some Silence. I tried to keep myself busy with work but… it was not working. All I could think of was Alessandro. If he was going to abandon me like this, why did he make me feel this way? Why did he treat me so well only to dump me this way? Just yesterday, he assured me he wasn't getting married to her. He said I should trust him.

I had no idea what I could do to make this horrible feeling of heartache go away. When Ben had left the first time and I had grown out of my crush, I’d tried relationships with other guys. I had dated here and there while I was at nursing school. It had never been serious, and I had never felt horrible after they had left. It had been more of a relief than anything else really.

Like I had accused him of something he wouldn't do. Because he did. He hurt me when he left. I had no one after him leaving. No one to talk to. No one to laugh with. No one to feel safe with. I was left to fend for myself after a short time of having him by my side. He was there for a second and the next one, he left like I didn't mean anything to him. Like I was the only one feeling serene whenever he was by me. It broke my heart. "Anything's possible."

“I just don’t understand girls. A man swallowed his pride to confess, yet he was rejected, and if the man hides his feelings, you call them cowards.” My heart thumped fast because of what he said, and I clenched my fist. “My eyes were set on you for two years, but you just got my heart broken in a short period. Anyway, this is what they called taking risks. Even if I am not sure about the results… I still tried, but in the end, I failed,” he said, and after that, he left me dumbfounded. The moment he left, it seemed like there was something missing in me. My heart thumped with a tint of pain. But why?

My throat tightened slightly, the memory settling in my chest like something sharp and unfinished. He said he loved me and then he left. Left to what? To her? To that life? I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel about that. Betrayed? Angry? Hurt? The emotions hovered just out of reach, like something my body refused to fully process. All I knew was that something about it felt… wrong. Quietly wrong. The kind that didn’t scream or demand attention, but stayed under your skin, subtle and persistent. My head tilted back as I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting despite myself.

“Come on. Don’t be like that.” He paused and added: “You know, it's actually impressive. Do you want to know what?” She didn't answer. "Every man you like ends up leaving you." Anais stiffened. He was right Felix laughed. "First that classmate of yours rejected your confession. Then that boy from college. And now even your mate rejects you." He shook his head dramatically. "Then an Alpha takes you away, and then you come back home in the same clothes, alone.”

For a moment I had thought I would catch a glimpse of the domineering Mercer again, the one I seem to crave, the one who had wrecked and split my spine and pussy in half last night. But instead he took a freaking step back and he fucking left. For a moment I had thought he was going to spank me again, fuck! A part of me was mentally getting ready for his brutal punishment but when he dropped the flowers and left. I knew at that very moment that things would never be the same again because I nearly cried out his name almost pleading for him to come back, to finish what he started! Shit! So yea, he fucking left just like that. No further dramatic speech, argument, not even a kiss.