I Chose Novels & Stories

After thinking for a while, I took a deep breath and said to him, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ronaldo, but I’m choosing Alex.” His eyes widened in shock, and so did Alex’s. He just stood there beside me, frozen. But I didn’t want to waste time. I continued, “He’s someone I never want to lose. So I’m choosing him. And also, he’s the best thing that has happened to me in this whole world. He’s the right man for me, and I’m not choosing anyone else apart from him.”

"You, I choose you." No, it can't be. I wasn't ready to accept that I was chosen, so I immediately squatted, praying and hoping that I was imagining things. 'Take a deep breath, deep breath Light, he didn't choose you, it's someone else. Maybe someone behind you, or in front of you,' I told myself repeatedly, trying to calm my racing heart. Nonetheless, even my heart refused to believe it.

I felt chosen, not by date or magic but by someone who looked me in the eye and chose me, even when it was hard. Even when it hurt.

Dominic straightens his posture, his eyes soften for me. I close my eyes reviewing everything, I open them and with a deep breath I say "I choose him" "I choose... Theodore"

My husband, Jared Casey, and I decide to host another wedding ceremony on our 20th wedding anniversary. Just before the ceremony begins, my best friend, Noelle Stark, and Jared are suddenly nowhere to be found. They don't pick up their phones when I call them. I search every nook and cranny and finally hear them arguing inside a private room. "I'm going to come clean to Lilian after the ceremony is over. The children need their father," Jared says. "Don't you dare!" Noelle hisses. "You already secretly tampered with her university application form all those years ago for my sake. I even gave birth to your children. We've already wronged her too many times. We can't hurt her again." The b

Not just the friendship. Not just the change. No That was the day Theo chose me. And I didn’t know then… That being chosen by him

Even if no one else could see it, even if it was only legible from the inside of my own thinking, the distinction between being here because I had chosen it and being here because I had no option was the distinction between a position and a trap. I had chosen this. Strategically, imperfectly, with incomplete information and the full awareness that I might be wrong about it. But chosen. And that was the one thing, in everything that had been arranged around me and decided for me and built without my knowledge or consent, that I was not going to give up.

For once, I wasn’t sure what reaction I expected. Anger. Dismissal. Nothing. Silas turned his head slightly. Not fully facing me. Just enough. “You already know the answer to that,” he said. My chest tightened. “No,” I replied immediately. “I don’t.” Silence again. Then he spoke, quieter this time. “You were chosen.” The word landed differently than the rest. Chosen. Not found. Not saved. Chosen. I stared at him. My thoughts slowed. Then fractured. “By who?” I asked.

But tonight, in the quiet of the moving car with my true supporters around me, I held my award close and whispered to myself: “I choose me. For now.”

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