I Already Moved On Novels & Stories

"No, don't. At least I had heard it coming for you. At least, there's closure." "Why are you saying that as if you moved on that fast?" I asked him and he just shrugged. “You even ignored me for the whole week. "I hadn’t moved on yet. And I avoided you to distance myself and let you think properly. I want you to know who is the one who made you miss the most.” He answered. Moving on is when you can say that you're 100% okay inside out. I guess I just accepted it. With time, I know I will. Don't worry."

Oops. "Guys," I said with a sigh, "even though it still hurts, I'm not so broken that I don't know what I need to do to heal from what happened. I'll be alright. I’ve resigned and moved to this more spacious and prettier condo. Those are two things that will help me stop constantly thinking about the insensitive and the bitch. Now... I have to start meeting new people to fill the void in my life." We all moved, and there it was... a group hug.

I met his eyes, no longer the woman who had begged for his love, no longer the one who had been blinded by our past. I was different now. Stronger, more resolute. "We move on," I said simply, leaning forward. "You do your thing, I do mine. We don’t need each other to survive anymore. And that's okay. It's time to let it all go."

And I know it'll take time to heal, to move forward. ###############

On day ten of our cold war, Barry posted a pic—him and Lyla, locked in a kiss. His 'one true love.' I sent in my study abroad application without a word. At our grad party, he strolled in with Lyla, fingers laced with hers, looking at her with all his affection. A friend hesitated. "But what about Amelia? She loves you. You guys are getting married." Barry smirked. "She was just a stand-in. Now that Lyla's back, my fiancée should change too." So I slipped off the ring, handed it over, and disappeared. And he lost it. Tore through everything trying to find me. Years later, he finally did. Saw me with my husband, picking out baby supplies. His eyes went red. "Amelia, come back

"Iris..." Enduring the pain, Iris sat up and straightened her clothes. It was winter, so her clothes were thick. If Stanley had not pulled her clothes up, the nail would not have penetrated that deeply. "I'll take you to the hospital," Stanley said, flustered. He didn’t mean to hurt her. Iris' expression remained blank. "I can go by myself." She gritted her teeth and walked away, declaring, "Stanley, I've moved on. Really. It's too late for us."

“I’m fine. You know how these things go. You move on.” “You don’t look like you’ve moved on,” he said, matter-of-fact. “You look like someone who’s still sitting in it.” It wasn’t Nattie that I had not moved on from, it was Stacy and that wasn’t something I could entirely talk to him about. I wasn’t still sitting in it, I told myself. I’d moved on. I’d let it go. I forced a smile, trying to shift the mood. “Come on, man. Enough about me. What are you gonna do now that you’re back? Drown yourself in lectures and grading papers?”

Not anymore. I step back, adjusting the strap of my bag over my shoulder. “You know, I almost feel bad for you.” I tilt my head, watching as her lips part slightly, caught off guard. “Whatever you’re looking for—whatever answer you’re trying to get out of me—you’re not going to find it. Because, at the end of the day, none of this changes what happened. You left, and he moved on. End of story.” “You really think he moved on?”

“I’m no longer part of the Hall family. Carter and I are divorced.” Now, I had found someone truly worth being with. And that felt pretty good. — The next morning, I got up early. I packed my belongings and waited for Carter in the living room. Normally decisive and efficient, he was dragging his feet this time. I stood up and said, “Let’s go.” But he grabbed my wrist, his head lowered, avoiding my gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what you had been through. I really am sorry, I…”

"The only person I love right now is Lena and believe me when I say that nothing is ever going to make me stop loving her. Lena is my life, she's everything to me; my world, my queen, and my breath. I can't live without her " "She brought me the joy you took away from me, Harley, the happiness you made me lose for six years. She also made me realize that I need to move on from my past and anything that has to do with it and that includes moving on from you and Ian " "I don't hate you anymore, Harley... but that doesn't mean I feel anything for you either. I've moved on and I came here to tell you to do the same thing... " "You have to move on, Harley "