I Can Deny It No Longer Novels & Stories

“I don’t know.” “You don’t know what?” “I don’t know why the idea of him leaving pissed me off so much.” “Wait, he's leaving?” Sasha asked and I sighed. “Well, the company wants to replace him?”I blurted out. “If another scandal happens.” “Let’s get this straight,” Sasha started. “Don’t.” “You spent months insisting you’re straight.” “I am.” I hissed into the phone. “Denial is a river in Egypt, baby.” “Shut up.”

My heart crawls into my throat, “W-What? I didn’t say tha- What the hell kind of reasoning is that?!” Damien raises a brow, “It’s not that hard. If someone makes you unhappy, I’ll snuff our their insignificant lives.” What?

The other end of the line went quiet. I weakly nodded to myself. Without waiting for her to speak, I uttered, "I understand." That pause was as good an answer as I could have hoped for.

Your goal is to make his beast come out completely and break free from his yoke; it would be the right way to weaken him. “The way you deny yourself the truth is not my problem, but that you have to resort to that when you not only let down your wolf but let down an entire race is disappointing. The reality is that you lost everything that matters most and no matter what, I gained something you will never gain—Alice's love and your daughter's love.”

Dragging in an inhale that wouldn’t satisfy. Never would now, he realized as the last denial slipped loose between them. “And that’s… killing me.”

- Esmeralda denied - Have you graduated? -I didn’t get a chance to study, okay? I didn’t have the money to start college or anything like that. -So, you’re disqualified? -Hey, careful, buddy, you need me to like you, remember? James sighed. He needed to be a little gentler if he wanted to get her to agree to tell his side of the story. He raised his hands as if surrendering. -All right, I’m sorry. What I meant was that you don’t have many qualifications. What were you doing at your last job and why were you fired?

"It isn't." And the deliberateness of the non-denial, the specific honesty of choosing not to lie about the existence of what he would not discuss, landed in my chest with the weight of all the filed things pressing down on it simultaneously. He had not denied it. He had simply declined to discuss it. Which was its own form of confirmation, delivered by a man who understood that I already knew and had decided that pretending otherwise was beneath the level of management the situation currently required. "I can't stay here forever," I said, and my voice came out quieter than I intended.

I asked. It didn’t respond to me immediately. “You know who I am.” it said, "You're just in denial." “I don’t,” I said quickly. “You do.” “I don’t.” “Then say the name you’re avoiding.” My stomach tightened. “I’m not avoiding anything.” “You are.” “I’m not.” “Then say it.” “I don’t know what you want me to say.” “You do.” I shook my head as I resumed pacing again. “This is ridiculous.” “Is it?”

So, I called the hospital security and had him kicked out of the room. Once that noisy pest was gone, silence finally returned to the ward. Lillian looked incredibly frail and devastated as she stared at me. "You must be happy to see me end up like this, huh?" I shook my head. "A dying person's words are usually sincere. I believe you've realized your mistakes." Her face lit up. "Will you forgive me, Daniel?" I shook my head yet again. There were some things that just couldn't be forgiven.

All those promises of forever were destroyed by a few fake photos. My chest burned, and tears kept streaming down. "She still has the nerve to cry?" "Cheating and then playing the victim. Pathetic." The whispers around me grew louder. I used to carry myself with dignity and pride in front of everyone, never shedding a tear. Now, it was all over.