Novel & Cerita If Only I Had Told Her

“How was your first day at training?” I want to tell her everything that happened and how my chances of winning had gotten even slimmer, but I don’t want to worry her. So I told her only the good part of today. The smile on her face told me she couldn’t be prouder of me and that was everything I wanted, to make her proud.

“Yeah and she's destructed by it” “Well sooner or later she was bound to find out” “It wasn't me that told her about it, she heard it from someone else.” He added “Now that's the bad part, why didn't you tell her?” “I just couldn't bring myself to, I felt she was weak and fragile and if I told her she would crumble and her world will fall apart” he said filled with regrets.

I heard her wailed, "I only had hard work... And it wasn't enough..." I was surprised, I didn't know what she had been through and how did she do it. While I was doing well, she was doing her best to reach me. But that doesn't mean she can ruin me just because someone likes me! I cried... "What have you done, Gashina... I could have helped you! You did that to yourself, you chose that path! F*ck you!"

I take I step forward with me hands up “I Don't know what she told you…..I’m assuming she’s the one that told you…..but nothing happened I swear on my life….I never told her anything about you or your family……what she does know is what she overheard…I left today to tell her t stay away and that our friendship is over” I say as I take slow steps towards her careful not to piss her off even more. “ I don’t believe you, ” she says through a sob.

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.

"| wish | had told you Mandy, I regret it now. | should have broken the promise | made with your father to tell you the truth. Please believe me, | had no choice. I didn't want to break your heart" "Don't tell me you had no choice aunt Clara, you had a choice to tell your daughter that you gave birth to her. | have been such a fool to think you cared about me so much. If you did care about me like you say you do, you should have considered my plight! | told you all | have been through since father passed away, and you have been so supportive more than anyone. Now | know why you have been so good to me. Now | know why | have been

I said and she shook her head quickly. "No... you know me, brother... I can barely talk to you about our past... I couldn't tell her even if I wanted to. But I was upset and she can see it in my eyes so she told me that I don't have to go into specifics and I can tell my problems like a story. And it worked. I told her what happened with Mom and Dad, and what you are planning to do... everything. I told her without mentioning anyone's name or any details. Like a story and she listened... it felt so good just to share... like I was healing..." she said and I looked away...

she suggested gently. “I just wanted to know the truth.” I said sadly. “I know.” She rubbed my chin. “But sometimes, people are not ready to tell the truth.”

I should have called her before coming because I remembered she had told me she was having a friend over, whoever that friend was. “Is your friend not here yet?” I asked her instead of asking her own question. I didn’t want any third party listening from somewhere to what I had to say, because it was for Emily's ears only. She was the only friend I had, the only one I was comfortable sharing my story with, about anything.

she whispered, “I should have told you.... You don’t know how many times I’ve regretted that decision. Maybe… maybe if I had told you I was pregnant before I ran away, it wouldn’t have changed anything. But maybe it would have. “Or maybe I should have told you about the contract, told you that your dad didn’t just come home to finalize the agreement for you and me to get married, that there were so many things involved in it. You should have known. You deserved to know.” Her words trailed off, her gaze distant, her expression caught somewhere between pain and memory. I reached out without thinking, my hand resting gently on her arm through the blanket. “You don’t have to talk about it if you