How To Let Go Of Her の小説・ストーリー

she was very observant. “ Sorry,” I apologized. “ You don't have to apologize. You don't have to do something you're not comfortable with,” she placed a hand on my shoulder. “ Thank you,” I was grateful that she understood. “ All I'd say is if you ever get fed up or you don't feel loved by him, you don't have to feel guilty for letting go. Let go and don't look back,” she advised. I simply nodded my head. Just how many people had told me this? Maybe I really should reconsider.

"I... I am on a business trip with dad. He came to the lounge. Do you want me to accompany you to meet him?" She said, "Of course not. There is nothing between him and I. I have to go in now. Let's talk later when we have a chance." Nicky Enderson frowned, "You are... Do you still mind what happened before?" She let out a breath, "These past few years, I've experienced a lot, especially this year … There are some things that I have to let go of, and to live my life in peace is better than anything else. Bro, there are some things that you should let go of, so you should let go of it as soon as possible. "

Her lips trembled as she spoke, "Running away is just another form of abandonment. We can't do that to our families." A heavy sigh escaped me, frustration evident in my clenched fists. "I can't lose you. There has to be something we can do." Her touch softened, a hand delicately tracing my cheek. "Sometimes, letting go is the only option left." I closed my eyes, grappling with the reality of her words. Finally, I nodded reluctantly, a lump forming in my throat.

I'll follow your lead. Elara: You promise? Me: I promise. On everything I am, everything I have. I promise. Elara: Thank you. I love you. I put my phone down and start the car. This time, I'm really letting go. Not playing a long game or manipulating the circumstances. Not waiting for her to break. Actually letting go. Giving her the space to find herself. To miss me. To realize what we have without me forcing it down her throat. It's the hardest thing I've ever done.

She would never forgive him. And he understood that the moment he made her donate a kidney to the woman he once loved, whatever they had was finished. So this time, Seth didn't fight. He knew now—he wasn't worthy of her anymore. Eyes dull, he pulled out his phone and called the base. "Cancel my leave," he said. "I don't need it anymore." There was nothing left for him here. And every extra day he stayed, it only tore him up more inside. As he turned to leave, a bitter smile curled at his lips.

If she has decided to start anew, she should also learn to let go. "Ace, let's leave this place," she closes her eyes, paying no attention to Arthur's expression but speaking these words quietly. To leave, to go far away, and whatever happens next will be fine as long as they have each other. This place holds happiness, but it also contains too much pain. She forgives him, so she wants to forget the past.

She looked at me with an odd look before she answered, “Because I can relate more with Kade. Because I understand him. Because people like us, we don't always open ourselves up. We prefer to keep everybody at an arm’s length, but when we finally open ourselves up to feelings… it's… it’s intense, Belladonna. It means we let ourselves be vulnerable and open. But what you’re doing right now? It’s a huge blow.” She left after that, but before she passed through the door, she turned back to me. “Let go of that guilt and burden, Belladonna. Or it’ll be your ruin.” “How?” I asked, my knees giving out and I crashed to the floor, hitting it hard. “How am I supposed to let go of something that heavy?

"We give her space. We let her heal. We make sure she knows we don't blame her for anything." "And if she leaves?" "Then we let her go. Completely. No following, no checking up, no grand gestures." The words hurt more than I expected. "You really think that's what she needs?" "I think that's what she deserves. A chance to rebuild without us hovering." "Even if we miss her?" "Especially because we miss her." I drain my glass, feeling the whiskey burn. "This is harder than I thought it would be." "What is?" "Loving someone enough to let them go."

Then she let go. “I need space.”

Her chamber smelled like time-old incense, smoke, and things that weren’t quite real. She looked thinner. Eyes darker. “Sit,” she said. I did. “You’re losing them.” I swallowed. “I know.” She didn’t soften. “And if you lose one, the others may follow.” “What do you want me to do? Beg them to stay?” She tilted her head. “No. But you might need to let go.” That hurt more than I thought it would. “Let go of what?” “Of the idea that they can carry what you are.”