I Already Moved On Novels & Stories

I took another sip and let the bitterness roll across my tongue. I didn’t like drinking. Never did. But this wasn’t about liking...it was about surviving the night. I pulled my phone out, saw Adrian’s name still saved in my blocked list, and immediately locked the screen again. I’d promised myself I was moving on. And moving on meant going forward, not looking back. I forced myself to take a deep breath. “You’re okay,” I whispered. “You’re getting your life back. You got a new job. You left the old one. You’re trying.”

Neither my family's plans for me nor my preparations for joining the company are more important than you. I shook my head. "But to me, you're no longer as important as before." Philip froze, turning so pale he looked almost ghost-like. I gazed at him and continued calmly, "Philip, I'm not trying to punish you or make you suffer. I've just moved on. I'm living a good life now, and I have no desire to return to the past." Philip swallowed. His tears grew in volume. "But I can't move on." "That's your problem," I said bluntly.

Why was I even thinking about her this much? She had moved on. Despite everything I had said to myself, I couldn’t understand why the hell I was acting like some jealous idiot because she showed up at a party with another man. I scoffed and turned away from the ceiling. “Move on, Brian.” I said it quietly, almost as if saying it out loud would somehow make it easier. “Just fucking move on.” I picked up my phone from the side table and checked the time, then I dropped the phone back down.

I say and I take a seat. “My mother told me that instead of feeling that I have lost him forever. I should realize that he was still here, his body was still there.” I just never get to see it and if I relied on his memories. I would be able to move ahead. “At that point, I did more than move on. On my own, I came to the understanding that memories would remain forever. I cannot live in them.” I had to move. I walk up to Irish and I throw my hands around him to comfort him.

I sighed as he gave me a small smile. "You and I are over," I said. I watched as his face started to twist a little. "What do you mean? Were you not there the other night. Did you not feel all the love I had for you as I touched your body?" "It was just a mistake, Dalton. I shouldn't have slept with you." I turned so I could face him better. I could see the pain on his face. "I'm sorry Dalton. I really am, I spent a lot of time trying to get over you. It killed me when my family moved us here. I missed you more than you will ever know, but things have changed and I'm not the same person I was back then. My life is on track and I have moved on. I wish you could too." He turned away from me an

he says, then he closes his eyes as he completely vanishes from sight. Pain lances through my heart, cold and sharp. That was the last time I’ll ever see the love of my life again, the last time I’ll get to kiss or hold him. But in the end, we made up; we realized the other still loved us and we moved on. A smile crosses my face as I realize that Ilya was indeed my unfinished business because I feel lighter. My anger and hurt were like an anchor holding me back in The Other. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I fell back and closed my eyes. “I understand now, and I’m ready to move on. My heart is no longer full of rage and resentment. I see it now,” I say to the Goddess.

I didn’t look back. My mind was already on my next move.

Well, this is me moving forward. One step at a time.

"What difference would it make whether I'm back to being who I used to be?” “You'll get him off guard and mess with his ego. You used to have confidence and that charm that'd send men's eyes around you always." I released a breath, holding tears back. No, I wouldn't cry. Not now. “Just a date.” Just how one day could feel like a real relief and escape was everything I'd ever wanted. “Did you leave your place and come all the way down here?" I asked because I still couldn't take my mind away from what stood as a glaring fact.

“Hey Ian. I know you probably still hate me, and you want nothing to do with me. And that’s fine. I’ve decided to accept that… especially after you ignored my request to meet up and talk. I guess you don’t want any part of my life. Or anything I had to say… important or not. This will be the last time I try to fix what we broke. I moved to London a few days ago for my medical residency. Maybe it’ll finally give me the peace and fresh start I need.