I Can T Novels & Stories

I can't leave her like this. ______________________________________

I can’t breathe. ##########

I can't accept the fact that I am helpless. Shit!

I can do this. I have to.

I just couldn't do a thing . #TBC

The undeniable reality of what I don’t want to be. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

I can't explain how i feel but i like it. T.B.C

I can’t see the big fuss. ------------------

I wanted to break through, not just her body, but to her. That evening, I sat at the restaurant, a quiet corner table, my watch hitting seven-fifteen. The place was calm, candles flickering, jazz humming low. I’d picked it for her—classy, not too flashy, a spot to talk, to get that real side of her i craved. My fingers tapped the table, my phone blank beside me. No text, no call. I checked again, nothing. My gut twisted; she wasn’t coming. A message buzzed in, her name lighting the screen. My heart kicked up, but the words hit like a punch: HEY, SORRY, I CAN’T DO THIS. THE OTHER NIGHT WAS FUN, BUT IT’S DONE. TAKE CARE.

Today can't be the engagement. No. No. No.