How To Unlove Novels & Stories

“Let’s end Ethan’s chapter from your life, bit by bit, as the sun goes down.” She looked at him in surprise. “Isn’t it too fast? I just found ou—” “Oh c’mon, it was just a secret crush. It’s not a big deal. It’s easier to move on from unrequited love than a real relationship.” He made sense. She nodded. “Okay… I’ll try.” “Great! Now watch the sun melt into the ocean. Think of it as your feelings leaving your heart, because their time is over. This is the right thing to do at the right time. Only then can you see a sky full of stars shining for you.”

I whispered, "but it's time for me to let go." His expression softened, understanding the pain behind my words. I took a step back, ready to walk away, when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned to see a wise figure standing beside me, their eyes full of compassion. "You've carried this burden for too long," the figure said, their voice soothing like a gentle stream. "It's time to free yourself from the chains of the past." With those words, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. The burden of unrequited love, of holding onto a love that could never be, began to dissipate. I knew I needed to face reality and move forward with my life.

Deep down, she knew the pain would never truly disappear, but maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to heal together. “You taught me how to love you so much, but when you left, I wished you had also taught me how to unlove you,” Vincent’s words pierced through the silence, his voice thick with emotion. “It was painful, so painful that it was hard to breathe and even harder to live and move on without you.”

I kept my voice deathly quiet as we made our way back up stairs, “Is there any way to unmark someone?” He gave me a harsh look, “The mark is just a scar, what you’re asking is how to break the bond after you’ve marked someone.” I gave him the smallest hint of a nod. He let out a deep sigh, “I don’t know if there is a way to undo what’s already been done. Maybe a rejection, but I’ve only ever heard of someone doing that before the bond cements in place and even then there are those that don’t survive it. I suggest you make sure you have no other options before you consider that one.” I gave him another nod.

"Nina, thank you for helping me back then, but I don't love you. I'm sorry. "I only got together with you to get back at Julia. I can compensate you, and you'll never have to work again for the rest of your life. "About our wedding, consider it cancelled. As for your child, abort it." His words struck Nina like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. When she finally came to, Henry was already nowhere to be seen. She wailed miserably before an evil look appeared in her eyes.

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

“Do you love him? If you do, what's stopping you from telling him about what happened at the office with us?” I froze. “Don’t you dare question the love I have for my brother!” Tears were already forming in the corner of my eyes. His eyes stayed on me for a second. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean— Look Mia you don’t know what you do to me—You don’t understand what you’ve always done to me—“ The stern Rafiah had disappeared. This version was completely new “What do you mean?” “I need to leave. Go back in.” “Rafiah, what did you mean by what you just said?”

“It is fine. We all have our moments of worry. What is the matter though? I have never seen you this angry.” I sighed, shutting my eyes for a few seconds. “How do you get rid of hate towards someone? Especially when such heavy feeling puts you in pain whenever you think of it.” Janet smacked her lips. “Mm, hating people is a whole job. You continuously have your mind brooding over this same issue even when you are meant to rest. The best way to get rid of the hate even though you do not want to be friends with them is to pretend they don’t exist.”

But something that was real and had been real and I had been living inside it without knowing the full shape of it. And I was still leaving. That part hadn’t changed. Because love, even real love, did not cover what this marriage had done to me. The miscarriage he’d walked away from. The dinners. The hospital bed. The monitored phone and the bought company and the years of being reduced to a function. But I was tired of lying to myself about there being nothing here. “I need to ask you something,” I said. “Okay.” “And I need you to answer honestly. Not strategically. Not in a way that gets you what you want. Just honestly.”

However, my voice came through the speakers. "Wade, I wish you a happy marriage. By the time you see this video, I'll already be dead. I don't care about who's right or wrong anymore. "I just want you to know that I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being! If I get a second chance at life, I never want to see you again." My final words were hollow, agonizing, and ice-cold. My ethereal voice sounded like a judgment delivered straight from hell.