Invisible To My First Love Novels & Stories

I blink rapidly, tears finally spill over. I’ve spent my whole life waiting to be invisible. Now, for the first time, I finally want to be seen.

Tinh... Tinh... Tinh...(Phone rings.) “I told you but you didn't listen. Can not keep losing not finding. You were good and said that people will forever belong to you. Guaranteed you'll catch him. Now, look at people's love with your eyes. Like visual love. Invisible love." “Forever is how far, how long, where to go. Now how to deal with it?" "Suddenly came out the other lady. It was so troublesome. I didn't expect my brother to have a hard time keeping his husband. Thinking about it is painful. Tears come to my eyes."

His fierce words warmed my heart, but I could hear the hidden insecurity. He was proud yet vulnerable. I couldn't get enough of him. I kissed him, whispering, "Don't worry. I told him flat-out that the only man I love is Byron Stein. I'll only ever be your wife." His eyes glittered like stars, and he kissed me back. In the heat of the moment, I heard his hoarse voice. "Scarlett, you gotta show me you mean it with some action." "What kind of action?" "Let's give Edith a little brother or sister."

But something in them flickered. "No. I’m not." He crossed the room—deliberate, calm. Stopped just in front of me. He didn’t touch me. Didn’t even reach out. But God, he didn’t need to. "I don’t sleep either," I whispered. "I know." "I wish I hated you." He exhaled, low and sharp. "Don’t wish that. Hate burns out too fast." I looked up at him, suddenly aware of how close we stood. "I feel invisible," I said. "Every day. Every night. And then you look at me like I’m the only thing in the room."

I answered on the second ring. “Isa, how are you holding up?” Her voice was soft, warm. “Fine.” “Liar.” I laughed, brittle. “I don’t know what to do, Mia. I love him, but it feels like I’m invisible. Like I’m just… furniture. Expensive, but unnecessary.” “You’ve been waiting for him to change for years,” she said gently. “Maybe he won’t.” Her words sliced through me. Deep down, I knew she was right.

I stepped forward, knelt down, and looked him in the eyes. "Edward, would you be willing to form a bond with me? I want to be your mate." At my words, Edward's face lit up with overwhelming emotion. "I—I do! I'm willing!" He answered without a second's pause. Hearing his answer, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.

Then her composure cracked. "Ryan," she muttered, tears spilling over. "I really am sorry. I'm sorry I never put you and Emma first all these years..." She kept apologizing. But her regrets came too late. Neither Emma nor I wanted her anymore. The End

It is as invisible as the world I thought I had built . This is the poem I wrote at age 8 . Invisible pain is its title and it shows my emotions . I don't blame them Josy , I blame my desire to have a perfect family and to be loved by them . I tilted my head up to meet Josy's eyes only to see her at the verge of tears and and with a look of pity on her face . At this moment I let my tears flow freely not caring about anything but to release the pain I feel every time . Josy will it ever really end ?

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

But he kept his hold on it, so with tears in my eyes I looked up. "Noor, just—" Ah—I couldn't forget him for even one moment, could I? Even now, I still remember every single detail, clearly etched on my mind. I loved him dearly, with all my heart and more than I thought I could love anyone. I loved him so much that sometimes the hurt of not being with him turned to physical pain. I missed him for every second that I spent away from him. But I have learnt that in life, after you give up on something, truly give up on it—then you don't care whether it's in your possession or not.