Is Love Fleeting Novels & Stories

She recalled the day she and Sean were kissing intimately in the bathroom, with James standing even closer to them than she was now to him. Was James’s pain then the same as hers now, unbearable to the point of suffocation? No, his pain must have been even worse. So this was what love felt like. To love someone was to be unable to bear seeing others being close to them or claiming them as their own. But she had hurt James deeply, countless times. Like self-inflicted punishment, she stood motionless in the snow, staring at the darkened window. The next morning, Jessica and James left for the City Hall.

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

Vanessa trembled as she unrolled the paper, her face losing all color. She no longer cared about anything else. Crawling from the bed, she knelt before him, crying and pleading for mercy. She kept defending herself, saying she had only done it because she loved him so much. She never expected that once Christina found out, she would leave. Lucien looked down at her with a cold, detached gaze. "You love me? But I don't love you. If you hadn't climbed into my bed while I was drunk, how could we have ended up like this?"

During all the days she was gone, he had drowned in self-loathing. He wanted to tear open his chest and show her the thorns of regret that had grown wild inside him, piercing through his very soul. But when he met her cold, dark eyes, all the words in his throat choked into silence. Yellow laburnum flowers fluttered down between them. "Go home. I don't want to see you." Selena turned away. "Don't go–" Ian reached out, grasping at empty air. His fingers only caught the bitter wind passing through.