Im Not Ok Novels & Stories

My brow furrowed tightly as I tried to catch my breath. Rhea snapped at me, "Glen already apologized. What more do you want?" My silence must have irritated her even more. Her voice rose again, sharper this time. "You just fell in the lake for a minute! It's not like you almost drowned or something. It wasn't that bad. How long are you gonna keep this up?" Someone must've opened the windows, because a cold draft swept through the room. My body tensed, and the chill bit deep, making me hunch over in pain like a shrimp curling in on itself.

"I don't care." *****************************************

Not broken. Not unresolved. Just… finished.

I offered " That's not an option . I can't do that- I don't know how to say this but I don't like this awkward small talks that's happening between us . What I do like is your flushing face underneath me as I finger fu*k you , that flare in your eyes when you put me down at my place when I so much as trespass your bottom line , you are invigorating , charming and intriguing Bella and fucking like having you in my life . And you are right , you do deserve to know the truth and I most definitely deserve to pay for the hurt that I caused you "

Logan After Letting everything go with Miley, things only got worse. The sensation of loss and emptiness is so vast and painful, I don't mind the perpetual ache, provided Miley is safe. I was making foolish mistakes at work, so I went home. Imani: Sir, are you alright? he must have noticed my expression is more terrible than usual. "just need a drink, or two" I can't say l am okay, or it's nothing. I am plagued by issues and I am not okay, but I deserve it.

she asked. I nodded in reply and dropped the fork on to the table top once again. "It's okay not to be okay." she said. "What?" I asked, surprised by her words. "It's fine to admit that you are not okay when you're not okay. It doesn't make you look or sound less stronger than you actually are. On the contrary, admitting that you're not feeling okay actually makes you look stronger- it can even sometimes make you feel stronger." she explained. "Really?" I asked.

Fuck, I’m screwed. ***** UNEDITED

This is neither. "It's nothing," I say anyway. "Overworked. Long few days." "Didn't ask for an explanation." "I know. I'm giving you one anyway." Something in his face shifts, not quite a smile, but close enough to it that I feel it land somewhere in my chest.

Not ever. ---

Whenever I asked her anything real, she answered with silence. I let out a bitter laugh. I hated myself for still hoping, for still expecting something different. When I pulled the half-packed suitcase beside me, her patience snapped completely. "Seriously? You're thirty years old and you're pulling the 'runaway' act?" "You don't have a job. No apartment. No family. Without me, where the hell are you even going to go?" She said it with such certainty—so sure I had nowhere else to turn. Because in this city, I had nothing. And she knew it.