It's Not About You Novels & Stories

“Thinking about everything. About what I could have done. About what’s coming next. About her. About… us.” “Don’t think about her,” he says, voice soft but firm. “Not now. Focus on what’s real. Focus on you. Focus on us. That’s what matters. Everything else can wait.”

“You always overreact. You always think the world revolves around your feelings. Life is not about you. You are not the center of everything.” I let out a laugh, bitter and sharp. “Life is not about me? And yet it has been about Clear every time! You always make sure she is seen, she is praised, she is loved! And me? I am always… nothing! Invisible! Nothing I do is ever enough for you!”

“Any of it.” Tyson’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t interrupt me. Which somehow makes it worse. “I know,” he says finally, his voice low. Do you? Because it doesn’t feel like it. “It’s not about choosing,” he continues. “It’s about what is.” “That’s easy for you to say,” I fire back. “You’ve known what you are your whole life. You understand this world.” I gesture to myself. “I don’t.” Silence stretches.

“For the fact that this is the last time everyone is going to be in the same place.” “I am not in the same place,” I said. He paused for a second, then stepped further into the room. “That does not mean you should stay away from everything,” he said. “You do not have to talk to anyone, and you do not have to stay long, but you should be there.” I shook my head slightly. “I do not need that.” “It is not about needing it,” he said. “It is about not letting everything just pass you by.” I stayed quiet.

“You don’t have to fight everyone alone.” Adrien exhaled slowly the rage in him flickering, dimming He looked away then holstered the gun with trembling hands. When he finally spoke his voice was quiet almost small. “I don’t know how to stop fighting, Ryan It’s all I’ve ever done.” Ryan stepped forward cautious but soft. “Then start by not fighting the person trying to love you.” the tension broke Adrien’s eyes closed, the weight of years pressing down on him He looked older somehow, tired human.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 9- 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.

'What other people think and say about you is none of your business. The most destructive thing you would ever do is to believe someone else's opinion of you. You have to stop letting other people's opinions control you. You were not born on earth to please anyone; you have to live life to express yourself, not to impress someone. Don't pretend to be someone you're not, and never lose yourself in search of other people's acceptance and approval.' 🌹🌹 You Are My Obsession (Part 6) 🌹🌹

This is weird, when did I become so polite. No response "I'm coming in okay?", and I do. And there she is doodling in her journal. "Hey, I'm sorry about all of this" "If you're really sorry you'd get out of my life", ouch that stings but understandable "I know, I just can't. I tried but I can't". "You can, you just won't. I have a life and you just ruined everything". She's right I did. "Okay, I'll leave and try to stay away this time".

“It’s none оf уоur fucking business, juѕt lеаvе mе thе fuсk аlоnе.” Lеаvе hіm аlоnе?

Still confused, I looked up at him and he squinted. "Do we?" With that rhetorical question, he walked out of the classroom, leaving me behind. Flustered and confused with my heart beating fast. What was that? Do we? KEZIE'S POV "You guys are what!?" I flinched at her tone even though it was over the phone. Sighing and groaning, I kept stuffing my books in my bag as my best friend screamed over the phone. "God, Naza, why did you miss school? Why are you sick?" She questioned herself as she blamed her body for missing the drama.