روايات وقصص ضمن I Didn't Care Anymore Vegeta

Good. Better than tears. “I don't care really. But you're falling down the good graces of Visha already.” I continued. A part of me really wanted to apologize for my behavior but, I just couldn't. She stopped. “I don't care. To me she already hates me. And I don't care anymore.” She yelled, her tone vicious and cold. Her words hit harder than expected. She was that hurt indeed. She didn't care anymore. “Wait..” I called her back hoping maybe to explain my side of things. “I’m going to school,” She said, walking away.

Then shoved me back, his face flushing with anger. "Don't touch me. Have you no shame?" In my last life, after Catherine died, Oscar shut down. Year after year. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen him angry like this. Let him hate me. He was twenty again. High-spirited. Alive. Still Oscar. The thought made my throat ache. But the rush of seeing him faded. I hadn't forgotten what I'd come back to do. I forced my voice steady. "Oscar. You don't want me as your mate because there's already someone else. You're in love with Catherine."

I looked at him, feeling lost for a moment. He seemed to sincerely care about me but I thought of what he had said yesterday. He said he had to keep Lita Defiant in his life. I felt as if I had been woken by a slap in the face. I struggled, broke free from Dave's arms, and said alienatedly, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Mitaka. I'm fine." I got up and picked the arm of the pink leopard doll which Dave had thrown on the ground. I held the doll's body and placed the arm on it.

“Hey Dad, it’s me, Violet. I haven’t heard from you in a while, but I just wanted to tell you that I’m still alive. I…I miss you, and I love you. Bye.” The voicemail ended with a beep. The love I had for him was one-sided. That man had never been warm, affectionate or caring for a single day in his life—but I still loved him. He had taken me in, took care of me when he didn’t have to. Regardless of everything, I was still grateful. I sighed, playing around with the food on my tray. Dad didn’t care. My mate didn’t care. My brother didn’t care. None of those students cared.

you don't deserve to stay alive yes you are right I killed everyone of them I should die and I don't have any right to live then velliam open his eyes everything is just like disappeared like boom attack that market. he was depressed and lost his mind. he can't even walk properly. but somehow he able to reached to goddess of nature and she saw him. he was like dead from inside

' The voice returned, snickering in the back of my mind. I mentally rolled my eyes, ignoring it and diverting my attention back on Vito, who patiently waited for my answer. Honestly, I wanted to flip him and them off by my middle finger but the fact I wasn't ready for a drama and that too here with my aching injures, so the only resort was short conversations. "I'm fine." He released a deep breath of relief. "Oh. Do you want food? Or any juice or something else?" I slowly shook my head, trying to avoid him the most as possible.

it gave me a pause to recognise the faint scent of vanilla candies I used to eat. I looked into his eyes and swallowed the rush of feelings that I had been battling since I laid my eyes on him. “You know what I think,” I said, my voice low. “I think that it no longer matters what I think. Because I don’t fucking care anymore. The part that cared died a slow death in a dark cell.” “Is that so?” He questioned. “Yes.” “No. I won’t believe it until I see it for myself.” He replied, making me frown.

Vivian laughed madly when she recalled the scene she witnessed. When hearing her words, my brows couldn't help but furrow. But then, in the end, I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, in this second life of mine, Kaleid will no longer occupy my heart. After all, he had already destroyed it in my first life. I won't let him destroy it for the second time. Besides, I haven't gotten my revenge. After I'm done dealing with Uncle Ben and this bitch Vivian, I'll head straight to him.

He shifted closer, his breath whispering against her ear. "Veda?" His voice was low, husky as he spoke to her. Veda's hands paused, her hair still wrapped in the dhuni's warmth. For an instant, she froze. Then, she resumed drying her hair, her movements steady. No response. No acknowledgement. Adyant's eyes flashed with frustration. What has happened to her? Why didn't she care anymore? He watched, transfixed, as Veda continued her ritual, oblivious to his presence. As if he was some sort of stranger who didn't matter to her anymore.

"During that time Virat, she was the only person I could rely on but she wasn't there. I still understood because she still kind of loved you but after that when I forgave her and tried to contact her she still didn't budge." " I have never ever hated anyone in my life Virat but I hate her. I had loved her with all my might but she was never there for me, never." "I remember, we were on a fight when I met with an accident. She never asked me if I was okay or alive despite that I myself texted her about it. She never cared and it was me who at last lost and returned back to her. I had always been so genuine with her Virat and I don't know why she did this to me??"