I Want Her To Know It Was Me Novels & Stories

She came down from there in a galloping way and faced me saying, "I heard that you are starting to ask questions about yourself." I aimed my gaze more at her orbs to indicate to her a question I want to ask and that is, if she knew me then even though the answer to that I know it is a yes. Then she says to my surprise, "I don't want to lie so I just want you to know, whether your memories come back or not...I miss you." Her voice cracked as she bowed and her shoulders automatically shook due to crying. My chest tightened, I was forced to inhale even though it was hard. Before I spoke to keep her from crying, I took a gulp and said, "You know me..." But it comes out with a tremor that I just

And yet it felt like I had just cut something out of myself. I folded the letter carefully and set it aside. For him. When he returned. If he returned. A soft knock came at the door. I didn’t need to ask who it was. I had sent for her. “Come in, Camille.” The door opened slowly. She stepped in, her eyes already searching my face. She knew. Of course, she knew. I had told her. Not today. Not just now. But enough for her to understand what was coming. “You’re really going…” she said softly.

I wanted her to know she wasn’t just another girl in a game. I wanted her to know she changed me. I just hoped it wasn’t too late

Not after the way I found her. But one thing is clear in my head. I need to tell her I know. She’s got no idea I’ve read the file, watched the video, pieced it all together. She’s still carrying the weight of thinking she’ll have to explain it all one day, that someone might not believe her again. I won’t let that happen.

What should I tell her when I myself do not know what I am saying! "I mean" I walked to her and grabbed her shoulders from behind "I saw a girl, fall in love and decided to spend my life with her" I squeezed her shoulders gently and she tilted her head to look at me "Don't you want to know who is that girl?" I asked looking in her eyes that to my dismay were missing that spark. "Who?" She asked in a meek voice. Is she scared that there is some other girl in my life? If this is what she is thinking then I am happy!

She always knows how to keep me on my toes. Me: [You have no idea how much I miss you. I can’t stop thinking about you. About us. About being connected again.] I press send and lean back, running a hand through my hair. Marking her again—it’s not just about the bond. It’s about proving to her that I’m all in, that she’s my everything. But that’s not enough. I need to make it special. I need to show her how much she means to me. My phone buzzes again.

I hesitated only a second before texting her: “Can we meet tomorrow night? I need to explain everything. Please.” I stared at the screen, waiting for those three bouncing dots. Nothing. I deserved that. Still, I sent it. I had to. She had to know this distance wasn’t about her. It was about me. About him.

It doesn't matter if she wants to see me. I'm going to her anyway. I'll tell her myself. "Honey, I'm sorry."

Yet, her job was her hobby and the salary - amazing. “Because I am now alone.” I responded and regret filled me as soon as I sent it. I stared into my message with widened eyes as if someone had sent it to me. To inform ME I was alone. Was I? Alone?! “What do you mean?” Her question came a bit slowly than usual. “I am not sure if I am still with Ad-” I stared, then cleared and wrote again “I came alone.” Then added “Without Adrian.” “WTF?” She wrote and a surprised emoji followed. “Is he sick, or busy?”

She says quietly. “I do know that.” “How could you possibly know that?” I didn’t want to tell her, not yet. But I need her to realize that I mean every word I’m saying. “Because Lily Raines. You are my mate.”