I Never Thought Of It That Way Novels & Stories

“It’s up to you. Besides, I think you’re moved on.” No. I haven’t, and I don’t think I ever will.

I knew you were ignorant but I never knew it was this bad. I tried to think back and remember what I said.Neither of it seems outrageous,insultive nor offensive to me.Maybe I could've worded a few things better,but I didn't mean to sound cruel.I was just being straight forward and honest. "How is it my issue if she got offended by the truth?"

Do I provoke them that way? May be I was thinking negative but the incident take place in my life make me think like that in this way. ............................................................................ Siddharth didn't came out whole day in his office that day and ignore me like a plague. He didn't even look at me after that day. I felt so much hurt.

I didn't think of that. I didn't consider anything like that, but this is a mess. One giant mess. That I can't figure out a way to fix.

“I think you’re being naive.” The words "It's my life" nearly escaped her lips in a hysterical burst, but she held them back. She knew it was never the right thing to say. She had shouted it at her family once during breakfast when she was thirteen, but they had all laughed and called her "CAPSLOCK!ARDY" for weeks. "Maybe. But not thinking exactly like you do isn't necessarily a deficiency in my worldview, y'know," she said instead. "Ouch."

I’ve never really thought about my death. Sure, I’ve experienced losing someone, or specifically my parents, but I have never really thought about my own death. Never thought about what dying would be like. Do people really think about dying? Yes, I know there are some who plan everything in case something happens to them. There are those that plan their burials way before their death... I guess the reason why I never thought about my death is because I can’t bear leaving those I love behind.

Ruin everything. Maybe I’m thinking too much about it. But the thought lingers, as I stand in the middle of this life that isn’t mine.

I had thought once I will get out of that house, I will be able to take care of all the things on my own. I will do this, I will do that but I will be at least happy. This was what I have thought but guess, I was wrong. I am always wrong in this aspect. Whatever I think never happens and it never goes as per my wishes. I am just the hand of a clock which turns on anti-clockwise direction. "Parents? I don't have parents. You mean my uncle and aunt?" My forehead creases as my voice starts to break now. Is it the thing that I am thinking right now?

I wasn’t sure what was going on with her but I didn’t want to think about it. This could just be one of her insane pranks, she never liked me anyways.

I leaned back, staring at the ceiling this time. Because despite everything I had said, everything I had decided… one thought kept pushing through. Uninvited. Persistent. What if distance doesn’t fix it? My jaw tightened slightly. That wasn’t a question I entertained. Didn’t need to. Didn’t allow. Because the alternative wasn’t an option. And yet… For the first time… I wasn’t entirely convinced.