Novel & Cerita I Already Moved On

Maybe, just maybe, I could move on. Forget Krisdana. Find myself again. Rediscover the person I once was.

I carried it over and set it down, already turning away when his hand closed around my wrist. My eyes dropped to his grip, then lifted back to his face. "Sit with me for a minute," he said. "Let's talk." A short laugh escaped before I could stop it. "Talk about what?" The bitterness I once carried was gone, but so was the warmth. I pulled my wrist free and took a step back. "I don't think there's anything left to say. You have a mate. I'm moving on." "Moving on?" "Yes. Going out. Seeing new people. Living." The words came easily, even if they were not fully true. "Doing things I never did when we were together."

I stayed there for a few hours, telling him what happened in the past two months that he is gone. "You know what? I want to tell you something." I told him, if he can hear me, he won't be able to tell it to anyone so I am here to say this. "I think I have finally moved on from my past. For the past few months, I realized that holding onto it will make me slow on progression. I always wanted to help the Blood Moon pack, to be part of it, but my past always brings me back to those dark times when I am still alone. It's like, I will never really find a home for me, people who will stay beside me and will cherish me. Looks like I found them, I am not just aware since I am always thinking about n

“It wasn’t your choice. And it’s not your fault. None of it is. The past… it’s done. Let’s focus on now on what we can do today.” She nodded slowly, still trembling. I could feel the shift, the tension easing, the understanding settling between us. I stepped back, offering her a small, reassuring smile. “The past is gone, I have moved on with life.” She whispered. “You have moved on?.” I replied. "Yes." She didn't say anything after that. I allowed myself to breathe, to process the flood of emotions, to simply exist in the fragile calm that had settled between us.

Anne studies me for a long moment, “You’ve had a change of heart over yours and Winona’s marriage?” “Yes. I was an idiot.” “I think anyone would’ve reacted the same under the circumstances, Jayden.” I shrug, “maybe. But I was on my way to tell Winona I wanted us to move forward when I got the call about her fall. I’m done with letting anger rule me, or anyone else. Mother is gone, the circumstances are tragic and confusing, but I have to admit there’s a sense of freedom I’ve never known before.” “I hope you can move past it all. It won’t be easy.”

" Then I pulled my suitcase away and left without looking back. Later, I found a good job overseas and lived a relaxed, peaceful life. When my friends heard about the breakup, they sent messages asking how I was. Some even shared updates about Grant. He moved on from our relationship very quickly and soon threw himself into another one. A friend asked how I felt about that. I replied, "Right now, I only want the sixpence now, not the moon."

I was genuinely indifferent to it all by now. I had already put the past behind me and moved forward in my life, and I had exposed myself to a wider, more vast sky, while possessing a bigger, more fervent dream than ever before. The people who hurt me in the past didn't even deserve to be brought up as a subject of my casual conversation anymore. It didn't matter to me whether or not they were doing well after me. They just felt like a cold statistic, briefly mentioned in the sports news once and never again.

I’ve changed. When you first went away, I thought I could wait forever. I told myself this was just a pause, that we’d pick up where we left off. But the truth is… the world doesn’t pause. Life keeps moving, even when we wish it wouldn’t. I know it’s just for six months, but my life is running really fast on a treadmill, and holding onto the ghost scent of you in my bed will only drag me back. I’m not the same girl who kissed you goodbye after the hectic days at work. I don’t laugh the same. I don’t wake up the same. I’ve had to build a life without you in it, and somewhere along the way, I realized I’ve started letting go.

"I understand. I just wanted you to know how sorry I am." We sat in silence while the weight of our conversation dropped between us. Finally, I stood up, a decision made. "I think it's time we both moved on," I said, my voice firm. "Goodbye, Alex." I turned and walked away, my heart heavy but resolute. I had faced the past and found the strength to let it go. As I stepped into the sunlight, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I was ready to embrace whatever the future held.

~~Indigo~~ The past week sucked. Seriously, there was no poetic way to say it. Just… sucked. Between Braxton’s wedding, Slade’s words, and my impulsive decision to leave, I’d spent the past few days pretending that “moving on” as I called it was easy. It wasn’t actually. It was way worse than I imagined and I spent the last two days in my apartment living on caffeine and anything that didn't require me having to get up from my couch.