I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me 소설 & 이야기

IF SHE DIES HER BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS JUST LIKE CALEB’S. Whoever the fuck this is knows two of the few secrets I keep from Ivy. One being that I don’t like her, I fucking love her with every fiber of my being. Being away from her is like being submerged in water, suffocating and lonely. The biggest secret I keep from her, though, is that I had the choice to save her or her brother. Caleb was closer. I could have easily saved Caleb. He would have been easy to sneak out through the pass before the packhouse. Ivy, however, was in a room that would require me to fight many people and, more than likely, die.

I was getting to my limits. "I almost died, and she saved my life. She fought and killed her own people to save my life. She could have gone with them, and I wouldn't have been able to stop her, but she fought on my side. Risking her life," I told my mother, and she looked at me for a while, studying me. "I have never cared about anyone the way I care about her, and the feeling is mutual. Do not make me choose because I will choose her, mother," I said, and her eyes widened.

The donor kidney I had fought so hard and waited so long for, she had tricked the doctors into transferring to him instead. Every word out of Vincent's mouth felt like a blade twisting in my chest. And Diana was the one who had handed him the knife. I smiled–a hollow, wretched thing. "Is that so? If she's that wonderful, she's all yours." I turned and walked toward the door. This apartment was suffocating me. If I stayed any longer, I wouldn't make it out alive. However, even now, Diana would not let me go. The moment my fingers touched the door handle…

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

she argues. "Her majesty would have your head if she heard a word of this conversation," I remind. "You're my friend, you wouldn't tell her." "I am her friend too. And there are things she has promised that I want," I say. "And you choose her over me?" "She saved my life on the day it would have been taken and treated me better than anyone ever has. I owe her," I answer.

I thought it was just habit. Only now did I realize he had never cared about me at all. From beginning to end, I was just something to be used. Watching Ray and his childhood sweetheart excitedly discuss which southern city they should live in, I calmly left the room and made a phone call at the newsstand. "Professor, I'm ready to join the national translation service. I won't regret it, no matter what happens."

"She's not a thing to be taken. She's a person, with her own heart, her own choices. And she chose—" "Don't." I cut him off, unable to bear it. "Don't make this about choice. It's not that simple." "It is that simple." Damon's eyes found mine, and the hurt there was unbearable. "You chose him. Every time you met in secret, every time you let him touch you, you chose him over me. Over us." "What was I supposed to do?" Tears streamed down my face. "I tried to fight it. I tried so hard. But every time I looked at him, every time he saved my life, every time he held me when I was scared—I couldn't help what I felt."

"I just wanted to say thank you. To both of you. I was dying yesterday. The curse had me so deep I couldn't even remember my own name by the end. And now I'm... I'm alive because you chose to save us instead of letting the council kill her." She looked at me, and I saw her Truthsight flare briefly—she had it too, I realized. Probably from being so close to death that something awakened in her. "You didn't have to do it," Sarah continued. Her voice cracked. "You could have run. Or fought. Or done literally anything except throw yourself in front of a dagger. But you did it anyway. You saved all of us." "I just made a choice," I said. The words felt inadequate. "The right choice, I hope."

I let her. “She saved me,” she whispered. “Irene did. When I thought I’d lost everything, Liam, my body, my mind… she reminded me that life still chooses to grow even in the darkest soil.” I couldn’t breathe. I turned to face her fully, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “You saved me too, you know. I just… didn’t know how to let it matter.” She leaned into my touch. “Then let it now.” I didn’t kiss her. Not yet. But my forehead touched hers, and it felt louder than any scream. This woman. My ghost. My fire. My Aria.