I Know I'll Be A Okay Novels & Stories

I trust you. I stared at Kim blankly, unsure of what I'd actually say. "You don't have to rush it all Heathy. Just take one step at a time. You've got this. We'll be fine, okay?." "Okay."

If I believed it would be okay, they would believe it was going to be okay. I just didn’t know if I believed it was going to be okay.

"Anytime. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay?" I laugh, feeling a genuine smile spread across my face. "I'll do my best."

My mind raced, scrambling for an answer that felt true, but nothing seemed right. I lowered my gaze, my eyes stunned, my heart clenching painfully. Am I okay? After everything? The truth loomed large in my silence, undeniable. Claudio moved closer, his hand reaching out to rest gently on mine. The warmth of his touch broke through the storm inside me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I sniffed, trying to hold them back. A shaky smile broke through the turmoil on my face. "I’m not," I finally admitted, my voice trembling but honest. "I’m not okay… but I will be fine."

“O-Okay, I won’t leave anymore, I’ll just stay here.” Is this the right decision? I hope so, and I hope I won’t regret it.

"It shouldn't take long." I nodded, swallowing down the growing lump of nerves that was building in my throat. I can do this. I can be strong. All I'm doing is meeting two new people. I can do that. It will be easy. And it's not like I'm going to be doing this alone. I'll have my mates and my friends with me. I'll be okay.

"Even if it's difficult, I'll be fine." "Even if it's difficult, I'll be fine." When the plain was in the air, I took one last look out the window. I exhaled a sigh. I'm not sure if I'll be able to return here or not. We'd only been in the air for an hour when I realized we were about to touch down. "Where are we?"

We smiled at each other across the table, and for the first time in months, it felt like maybe—just maybe—we were going to be okay. Not perfect. Not fixed. But okay. And right now, okay was more than enough.

The tree creaks. "I am okay," I say. "I am not perfect. I am not fixed. I am not done. But I am okay. And okay is enough. Okay is not settling. Okay is not giving up. Okay is just... okay. And okay is okay." The sun comes up. The sky turns pink. The birds start singing. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- Damon finds me an hour later. He is holding two mugs of coffee.

Sometimes we just need to remember ourselves. "I love you, Xavien; I know that everything will be okay?" "Me too; I know that we will live and breathe for another day. What do you say I go get you some of those ice cream? Are you going to be okay if I go away for five minutes?" "Yes, silly, I am not that attached to you." "You might not be, but I am."