I Can T Choose Novels & Stories

"Honestly, it's satisfying." Before we parted, I asked if she wanted me to recommend her elsewhere, or help her get promoted. She said, "I still want to earn the place I deserve on my own. "Otherwise, if the title is bigger than the ability, the fall only hurts more." We smiled at each other. My marriage with Ethan had reached its end. He refused to divorce me. He stood tall and rigid in front of me, his eyes wet in a way that did not match his usual image.

"Because I've been watching you for months, dear. You come here, you go through the motions of gardening, but you're not present. You're somewhere else. Someone else." I sink down beside her, hands in dirt. "I don't know if I made the right choice." "Does anyone? We make choices based on the information we have at the time. Sometimes we choose right. Sometimes we choose wrong. Sometimes we choose right for the wrong reasons or wrong for the right reasons. The only real mistake is not being honest about what we actually want." "What if what I want is impossible?" "What if it's not?" That night, I draft an email to Damien.

"See, that's what I don't understand. Why aren't you fighting harder? Why aren't you giving me ultimatums like they are?" "Because ultimatums are about control. And I don't want to control you. I want you to choose me because you actually want to. Not because I backed you into a corner." I turned to face him fully. "What if I don't choose anyone? What if I take Silas's money and start over somewhere completely new?" "Then I'd be sad. But I'd understand. Because sometimes the right choice is choosing yourself above everyone else." "You're too understanding. It's very annoying."

“How do you make that choice?” “I don’t,” I said firmly. “I refuse to. And in refusing, we create the third option.” “You really believe that?” Ryker asked. “I have to,” I said. “Because the alternative is unacceptable.”

I wasn't about to give Liam a choice. ***

The tension between us stretched, thick. “I’m already choosing you,” I mumbled after a while. “Every day. Even when we argue. Even when you frustrate me.” “But you can un-choose me.” He whispered. “No,” I said immediately. “You can,” he insisted. “You’re free to.” “I don’t want to be free from you,” I said. That made him pause before saying, “Yet you keep drawing lines,” “Because I need them,” I replied. “Because that’s how I know I’m still choosing this willingly, not because I’m locked into it.”

"And you? Have you chosen?" "Chosen what?" "Between her and me." The word. The word that kills. The word that will decide everything. "I can't choose," I say. "Everyone can choose." "Did you choose?" She looks at me. For a long time. Too long. "No," she admits. "I didn't choose either." We are here. Two people who love each other. Two people who also love the same other person. Two people who don't know how to get out of this impasse.

So please don't make this difficult for me more than it already is. "But I love you. I can't help it but I've falling deeply for you. And every day and night, I try to like to myself that there's nothing in my heart for you but I know that's a lie. I don't care who you are or who you're not. I don't care about tomorrow as long as I have you today."

She said, sniffing between words. "No, don't say that; you have everything to live for. You…" "I have nothing to leave for!" She interupted. "Do you know how it feels not to make your own choices, and have the freedom you deserve? Do you know how it feels to lose the only person who understands you the most? Do you know how it feels to be banned from being with the one person that your heart yields for? If you do, you won't be telling me this right now." She wailed.

"I can't believe you're incapable of tolerating your own cousin, Jasmine! When did you become so jealous? I don't even recognize you anymore!" Grief and rage washed over me, leaving me unable to speak. All I did was stare him down, staying stubborn to the end.