If Only I Had Told Her Novels & Stories

She knew she had to share her story with him, to help him understand that everything happens for a reason. As she began to speak, her voice quivered with a raw vulnerability. "Harry," she whispered, her words barely audible, "I want to tell you a story. A story about love, pain, and the trials that life throws our way. It's a story that I hope will ease your mind and give you solace in the darkest of times."

I told her as she used the pressed the pointed heel on my feet. It felt as if my bones were breaking, I wanted to strangle her badly but I couldn't. "I bet that feeling must be good." She commented as she removing her heels. "I think you need to know about how I came out with the great plan." She said to me as I furrowed my brows. Who told her I wanted to know about it? I am not interested. "First of all the I planted a spy." She said as she bursted into laugher.

she said out loud " Yea... none of it would have happened, but then it already did......I raised my son all by myself without the support of my family... just me and two of my friends " tears rolled down my face as I spoke. I wanted to tell her about Aiden and his granddaughter but I decided against it. The reason why I couldn't tell dad about it was still very much valid. I didn't want any form of issue with the Hart's family, things were better off this way.

I told her. "I knew you would say that." She said with a sad smile as she placed her hands over mine. " Which is why I didn't tell you how I felt, but I knew it was my fault and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if anything happened to him. But he's back now and I couldn't be happier." She continued.

Wouldn’t it have been better if I had told her that he spoke to me and said he would come back in two years? Wouldn’t it have been better if I had told her that the guys found out about her sleepwalking? That I had no way to control it, but it happened? Wouldn’t it have spared her the heartbreak, the heartache? I shifted as soon as she disappeared, pawing and clawing at the floor desperately, even though I knew what she had done. I didn’t even know she could do that. I don’t think even she knew she could, but she might be too sad to think about it now.

A lot of regrets were going through his mind. Perhaps if he had pressed further, he would have known she was not feeling fine... She had been so withdrawn for a few days ... But why didn’t she tell me , If she had, this would not have happened... We would have been at the hospital, She would have been treated .. Of could it be she didn’t tell me because we hardly talk any more. .. But at least she could have told me .. If I had called her like I usually do early morning, I could have known ....

She pleaded. "And I, too, am my parents' only son," I told her. I snapped her head off without a second thought and ripped her heart apart. Fuck her!

I muttered on purpose, pulling the covers over me. “Wait, what?” She yelled out. Should I tell her, he said just for me? Ohh she’s so killing me tomorrow

"I can't breathe without you. I can't—I can't exist without you. You're my everything, Ciara. You're my reason. You're my home." I picked up the bottle again and drank. The whiskey burned my throat, but it didn't help. Nothing helped. Nothing could fill the void she had left behind. *I should have told her,* I thought. *I should have told her every day. I should have told her that she was the best thing that ever happened to me. I should have told her that I loved her—truly, madly, desperately loved her—and that I would have burned the world down for her.*

Her breathing changed, just slightly, but I noticed. “But?” I prompted. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she walked a few steps away, stopping near the wall, her back half-turned to me. Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath. “There is one,” she said quietly. My pulse quickened. “One what?” “One story,” she replied. “One story that I can’t… shake. One that even up until today I can't get it out of my head.”