I Know You Want To Leave Me 소설 & 이야기

"You're really good, Red. But..." "It's sad, right?" Red said, continuing his words. "Do you know what it means?" He shake his head. "It's when you like someone but he doesn't like you back. That's why it's sad." Red suddenly laid on his shoulder making him flinch. "I honestly don't think I can ever finish that song. And if I did, I'll probably die from sadness." "Red, what are you-" "You're this close to me and yet you're so far." He whispered as he traced his chin through his finger. "I really hate sadness but you are the reason why I'm sad so I don't really mind it." He then moved away and fixed his guitar.

But this is a fantasy, a fantasy that will never exist. At the same time as the music suddenly started, my tears began to fall. Don’t let me forget who I am when I go to war with my flesh. Don’t let me settle for less than living this life for you. And when I feel like a mess, as I so often do, I will retrace my steps. Cause I know that they lead me back to you. Find me…”

Ana's POV I wiped away the tears running down my face and looked into his eyes. "Ana, I..." He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. "I'm leaving with Lian, I'm leaving the country in a month." My eyes never left his. "I want to be away from you and when I'm already stable, I'll call my parents and your parents, I'll tell them that I was unfaithful to you, that I decided to leave you because I was very much in love with another man and that you couldn't go on with me pretending to be a family, that way all the weight will be on me and you can be happy with Sonia."

We talked about the old days—turning over photographs, one by one. Each picture carried a memory, and the memories never seemed to run out. The moon slowly began to set, and my body started to turn transparent again. "Greyson," my voice was fading. "I have to leave now. The Moon Goddess is calling me." He frantically tried to grab my hand. "Don't go! Stay with me a little longer..." I smiled gently, my body beginning to drift upward, out of my control. "Millie, let me hold you one last time," he cried out.

I did many things wrong, but I still don't want a divorce. [Can you give me one more chance?]

“Bye now, Matt.” “Fuck!” I ignored her dramatic leaving, troubled by my own misery. “I should have known they would come. I just… Mom and Dad didn't say anything.” “Why should they?” Matt started walking with me under his arm. “They are inevitable like the change of seasons.” “I am not ready to face them, Matt,” I looked at him without a mask, my pain visible. “I really don’t need this shit right now.”

"Mom, maybe we should go to the hospital just in case? If something really bad happens..." Paula wanted to fight back, but her body felt too weak. She still looked completely unconvinced and yelled, "You worthless brat, quit trying to freak us out! You just want to mess up our big break. You're nothing but trouble!" She glared at me with pure hatred and sneered. "You just don't want Oliver and me to get those gift boxes. What's your intention? Spit it out! What's in it for you to stop us?" Before she finished talking, she raised the hand that wasn't completely blackened yet, ready to smack me.

Tears streamed down Jennifer's face. "I shouldn't have come. I know that. I just wanted to wish you happiness," she said between sobs, her voice full of sorrow and reluctant acceptance. Christopher grew more anxious. "You know exactly…" Clearly aware of my presence, he swallowed the rest of his words. I'd had enough of their sick little performance. I grabbed my packed things and turned to leave. He caught my wrist and spoke in a rushed tone. "Let's register the marriage tomorrow." "I'm not going," I said, yanking my hand out of his grip.

I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch." Her expression changed at once. Panic flickered in her eyes—an intensity I had never seen before. "What do you mean? You know what this watch means to me," she said. "I know." I released her hand and took out a document I had prepared long before today. "And because I know, I want a divorce." She stared at me, stunned, then looked at the document labeled "Divorce Agreement". Her body trembled. "Jayden, say that again." "I said I want a divorce. All because of that watch."

Words I needed to say, even if they ripped both of us apart. “I want to leave you,” I said slowly, clearly, so there would be no room for misunderstanding. “I want to live on my own. And I don’t want to come back here.”