How To Let Go Of Her の小説・ストーリー

"I don't want to fight about this. Not today. Can we just... let it go?" Let it go. Like it didn't happen. Like it doesn't matter. But I can see it in her eyes. The way she's holding herself together. The way she's refusing to let herself feel whatever she's actually feeling. And I know if I push any harder right now, she'll just retreat further. So I nod. "Okay. We'll let it go." "Thank you." She leans against me, resting her head on my shoulder.

Next, opens her door, as he wraps his arms around her and kisses her gently. “I could get used to this. But I need to head out.” Gracie is cruising down the road in her jeep, her long golden brown hair flows in the wind, Gunner has his tongue sticking out. Then, two cars ahead of her crash into one another, one spins towards Gracie. She looks behind her and cannot back up. Her heart is beating faster, then she closes her eyes. The car screeches to a stop a few feet away. The nerve wracked woman feels thankful the car came to a stop. She takes a few minutes to calm her nerves and reduce the stress she just experienced. Gracie, focuses on breathing, holding one hand over her chest, and one on

The resentment built up over the years finally erupted, and I was the trigger. "When you were with Henry back then, I tried hard to separate you both. I looked down on you because you were an illegitimate child, and I gave you a hard time. I'm sorry…" "It's fine. It doesn't matter anymore." I interrupted her. "We have decided to leave here. If you're willing, we'll transfer the company's rights to you as compensation." I shook my head and rejected her. I no longer wanted to have anything to do with them. "There's no need, Mrs. Steinfeld. I'm going to live my own life now."

As much as he wanted to snap at her and tell her to stay the hell away from him, on second thought, that wasn't necessary, but instead, he decided to stay calm and hear what she had to say. "Look... Tate... I love you with everything in me. I would do anything to be with you, but one thing I would never do is do something that hurt or make you feel inconvenient..." She paused and sighed briefly. "All my life, I've known only you... I always hoped and looked forward to the day you would learn to love me back, and that doesn't seem to ever going to happen. So, I don't see any reason why I should force it. I'm not that desperate," Slowly, she shook her head. Of course, she was pained, she wante

His lips parted as if to speak — but for a moment, no words came. Then, quietly, almost like an apology, he said: “It’s time, Katherine.” Her heart cracked. She closed her eyes, pressing her trembling hands to her chest, as if she could hold the pieces of herself together. Outside, the night stretched on, uncaring. Inside, Katherine drew in a shaky breath, opened her eyes, and reached for the pen. The memory was over. The love was over. Now came the part she had never imagined: Letting go.

It never crossed her mind that… “Shawn.” Relaxing her tensed facial muscles, Serenity said, “You’re a nice and cheerful boy, Shawn, but you and I don’t go together. Stay away from me. I can promise to keep my distance from you too. Let time and distance help you to move on. You’ll soon realize that it doesn’t have to be me. “Letting go is not losing the person. You’ll be gaining a new life to find the love that’s yours to keep. Shawn, thank you for liking me. Please forgive me that I can’t give you any chance because I’ve fallen in love with my husband.

“Minerva! Have you ever regretted marrying me?” She smiled, her eyes filled with tears but still felt the sincerity: "Never. I have never regretted. Because I used to love You.” Hearing what she said, he knew she had really let go. Even if he wanted to hold on, he couldn't because she was by his side only to receive pain in return. Letting go is the best decision for both of you. “I will send you the divorce papers this afternoon. As for the property…” He did not finish the sentence she interrupted:

“Do you forgive her?” I turned the question over in my mind. “No,” I said softly. “I don’t forgive her. But I don’t hate her either. I just let her go.” He kissed my forehead, pressing his lips gently against my skin. “Sometimes letting go is stronger than forgiveness.” I lay there in the quiet, staring at the ceiling, and realized he was right. Forgiveness would tie me to her still, but letting go meant I could finally be free.

“So what if I slept with her? If you don’t want me, does it really matter who I end up with?” His grip slackened. He let her go at last, shoulders sagging under the weight of his own disgust. “Fine. I’m letting go. You can leave.” She had been demanding that very thing, but when his arms finally released her, she froze. For a moment, the emptiness felt heavier than his hold had been. She lingered there, lost, before forcing her feet to move. Her steps were slow, almost dragging. She told herself she should feel relieved, yet every pace away from him felt like tearing something out of herself.

It didn’t work. So I allowed the glow to fade. I shut myself down and shut him out. When you love someone, you must let him go.