I Thought You'd Never Ask Novels & Stories

“I don’t expect you to say it back. I just wanted to tell you how I felt.” “I see...are you sure?” “Am I sure about what?” “That you love me.” “Are you seriously going to ask me that?” “I’m not the one that said, “think.” I’m just trying to get some clarification. When someone says, “I think,” generally, that means they are unsure.” “Okay. It’s clear that you don’t feel the same way, Arianna, and that’s fine. I didn’t expect you to in the first place.” “Pierce, it’s evident you don’t know how you’re feeling.”

I know I am just a mere half-ling who’s opinion is not counted but I just feel that Ash’s behavior for the past 16 years needed to be stopped. “Who are you,” I almost dropped my jaw as soon as I heard him ask. Did he just ask who I am or I am just deaf that I did not hear his voice clearly? I mean, why would he ask that stupid question when we have seen each other almost every day and he even yelled my name in the morning?! And now he is asking me who I am?! ‘Why, are you hoping that the future king could at least remember you because you are neighbors?’ I suddenly heard my inner mind which startled me.

Reshape and redefine the laws; written and imposed alike. Shakespeare, Whedon, Neruda… Obscure, but favorites of mine. Back when I was a girl who couldn’t wait to grow up. Just a silly girl, who couldn’t wait to fall in love… I think everyone has heard the expression: Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to. I either missed or ignored that memo. Rolled my eyes at the popular phrase: You can’t handle the truth. Like most life lessons, neither applied to me until they did.

Even I am shocked at the question when it came out of my mouth. Not awkward. Just thoughtful. And suddenly I realize something important. For the first time in years I’m not asking that question because I want to run. I’m asking because part of me hopes the answer might convince me to stay.

I asked out of frustration. " YOU! " He said and got up to come towards me. " You will never have me. " I said. " Never?? I can have you right here right now... " He said. " Don't even think of it. " " I have already thought about it, just have to do it... " " You would make me hate you even more. "

he asked, throwing me completely off course. “What?” I yelled, shocked by the sudden question, “Why would you even ask me that?” I tried changing the subject but i failed. “You haven't answered my question,” he said completely ignoring my question. “What question!” I yelled with burning cheeks and a thumping heart. “Why didn't you do it?” he asked again. Damn! He was persistent as fuck, and I was tired of the fucking question. “I thought you hated my guts,” he added. “I don't,” I replied without even thinking.

Amber P. O. V "Ammy, do you mind answering the last question? I'm not forcing you, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. I just asked out of curiosity." He asked again, I want to tell him now after he promised me he will not be mad at me, not judge me.

he corrects. “Lucky Eric,” I muse. “Can I ask you something before we go downstairs?” “Sure thing.” “How do you not worry so much about what other people think? I never used to give a shit and then fate threw me a curveball and now suddenly opinions matter to me and I’m not really a fan,” I say putting my hands in my pockets.

"Embarrass you? Things I never did for anyone, I did them for you over and over again and you think it's all to embarrass you?" "What do you want me to think? You won't blend in with crowds, you won't flow with them, you won't even smile or laugh, you won't even drink. You don't drink. Why?" "You're really asking me that now?" "Yes. I'm asking you that now. And you will reply me or else, we're not going anywhere. You're not going anywhere." I said and crossed my arms. "You know what?" "What?" I glared at him.

It started with the wrong question. We were in the kitchen late at night, later than we usually stayed up during the week. Neither person wants the evening to end, and neither wants to be the one to say it is over. The dinner plates were already cleared away. Our wine glasses were nearly empty. I asked the question without thinking first. I skipped all the careful filters I usually kept in place in this apartment. “What do you actually think of me?” The question wasn't about my ideas or my opinion on the Caldwell situation.