Invisible To My First Love Novels & Stories

How dare he tell me he loves me, disappear for two days, and come back with another woman? My hands trembled, and anger burning in my veins. I wanted to scream, to throw something, anything. But I stood there, silent, swallowing the pain. He turned his head for a second, and his eyes met mine, but then he looked away. Just like that, as if I was nothing. As if I wasn’t standing right there. Making me feel invisible.

And I fell apart. What I felt wasn’t relief. It was heartbreak all over again. Because I loved him. Still do. I hate that I do. And now I knew love would never be enough. Not when they’d come for me first, and the only voice I heard telling me to obey was his. My sobs were quiet. Private. I wasn’t a threat. I was fragile. I was human. I’d become invisible, and I hated it. *** Somewhere behind the walls, under the flawless veneer of this place, someone watched.

He breathes in slowly Like he needs the air to steady himself “I will listen I will show up I will protect our peace I will fight for us I will love you in the way that lets you stay yourself I will never let pride make me lose what I almost lost forever” He looks at me then Truly looks Like he is memorizing the moment “This time I’m choosing you openly honestly fearlessly and I won’t stop choosing you no matter what comes next” I wipe my cheek even though the tear keeps falling anyway I take my turn “My first marriage to you taught me what love should never feel like” I say softly “It showed me the weight of silence the pain of being invisible and the danger of loving someone who doesn’t kn

How could someone be that oblivious? My hand lifted before I could stop it, brushing my fingers lightly against her cheek. She leaned into it, just barely, anticipating my response. If she only knew what she did to me. What I wanted to do to everyone who would ever dare to look at her the way I did. It was times like these where I just wanted to tell her. Open your eyes for once, Violet. Because it’s you. You’re the one I want. The one I love. My first love.

he says and I hear the sound of the door closing. How I hate to be like this, a miserable Invisible, to have to see the girl I love in the arms of another is very painful; and I know that Leandro doesn't love her, I don't know what he wants, but I know that this is not good for Aya. With a hurting heart I close my eyes. Tomorrow will be another day.

It was a silent love, born from a fleeting glance at a photograph, yet its resonance within Ejay's heart was profound and indelible. In the quietude of his confinement, Ejay retraced those moments of enchantment, acknowledging the inexplicable magnetism that had drawn him towards Gia's portrait—a love that had taken root in his heart, unfurling silently in the recesses of his soul, and forever etching Gia's image as an ineffable muse in the tapestry of his emotions.

Calm your stupid and annoying nerves, you piece of a gun! "Shaun!" I heard a soft whisper from my back. Then I felt a warm hand touching my hand from my behind. "Take a deep breathe. Don't let them see how nervous and coward you are. Don't be a chicken right now." she whispered as laughed at me without a sound. I turned my head to face her and rolled my eyes at her. I smiled at her and held her hand tightly and nodded my head. "My love, I'm not that nervous. Its just... " I paused and turned away, "everything is just new to me. I'm still not used to any of this." I whispered at her, face upfront.

"You Were the First Boy Who Made me Feel Loved and Visible. You Are my First Love... And I Want More than Anything for You to be My Last." ********************************** He came into my life like a breath of fresh air! Like a flower that blossom in the spring time; like a light that shines in the darkness.

my boyfriend whined causing me to roll my eyes. “It’s not-“ my words choked in my throat as an unbelievable scene unfolded before my eyes. Someone had stepped out of a tinted Lamborghini and I recognized him straight away. How could I not? When this very man was my high school best friend, my first love and now my ex.

And for the first time, that choice felt powerful. --- Across the city, he finally understood the truth he had avoided: Love didn’t leave loudly. It left quietly. And by the time he noticed the silence, the door was no longer his to open. ---