It's Okay To Start Over Novels & Stories

His brown eyes almost seem to sparkle in the golden light of the sun streaming in through the window, and it’s in this moment that I knew I made the right choice. What he says next, though, takes me completely by surprise. “I want to start over with you,” he blurts out. “I… I want to go.” I swallow. “You’re sure?” I whisper. He pauses, thinking for a moment, then nods. “I’m sure,” he says. “I want to start fresh with you, follow my destiny, start a new chapter. It’s like the old lady said; when one door closes, another opens.” “You’re right,” I say, nodding slowly. “She’s right.”

[Tatiana’s POV] I don’t speak as Knight takes me in with so much damn hope in his eyes that it makes me want to go along with whatever it is that he wants, but I know that making a decision like that could end badly. “Let’s…” I begin, deciding that this would be the best way to do things. “Start over.” I knew that it was ridiculous to be saying something like this when we had so much history, but if we were to move forward, we would have to get past all the pain and suffering.

“I’m sorry about that, Dae. It’s… everything feels like it’s crashing down all at once and it so painful.” He nodded slowly, his fingers brushing against the back of my hand in a silent gesture of comfort. "I know it’s been so overwhelming. But you’re not alone in this, trust me." “Bryan...he’s finally letting me go, slowly getting” I said quietly, almost as if saying it out loud would change his mind. “It’s just… everything we went through. I don’t know what’s next for me and my daughter, and also for you” Dae shifted in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “Maybe you’re meant to start over. To have the life and love you deserve for yourself over the years That’s what really matters now.

Days getting out of bed felt impossible. Liam smiled a little though sadness was still in his eyes. "We could take a trip,” he said. "Just for a while." "We could leave this house behind for a bit. Maybe we could try to start over." My chest tightened at those words. Start over. Was that even possible? How could a mother start a life after losing her child? I did not know the answer. Liam's words made me think. I looked down. A place came to my mind. It was a place Noah used to talk about all the time.

But I stayed firm, the weight of my own pain grounding me. “Starting over should never be about guilt,” I said softly, though my voice held a cold edge. “Not guilt over losing someone you cared about.”

“I am glad we are here. This house… it feels good.” I walked toward them, feeling the soft carpet under my feet, letting myself relax just slightly. “It does. I didn’t expect it to feel so… homey, but it really does. I feel like maybe… maybe we can finally start over.” Clear gave me a warm smile. “That’s the idea. You, me, Mother… we finally get a fresh start.”

A clean break. A fresh start.

"But that does not mean I know what to do with all of this. With us." "What if we started over?" he asked gently. "No pressure to be anything we are not ready for. No waiting for things to happen. Just us. Getting to know each other again. Like we are meeting for the first time." Like people who had never met before, I thought. Like two people learning about each other without all the hurt and memories getting in the way. Seeing each other as we are now, not as we used to be. I looked down at our hands joined together. Then back up at his face. "That sounds fair."

I flinch at that “and start over. Please” “Let go of the hate?! Start over?!” I yelled, I feel my tears trickling down my face," Start over with what?! What do I have?! How do I start over when I haven't even gotten over the fact that my parents are dead?! Or the fact that I have no idea where they were buried?! You want me to move on when the man who is responsible for all of this is roaming free?! Tell me how do you move one?!” “You've got so much buried, and it's eating you from the inside,” he says softly, "Holding on to these things isn't going to do you any good. I might not know what it feels like, but I know that the path you're on is wrong”

Because maybe that was the hardest part of starting over—not just learning to trust them, but learning to trust yourself. I didn’t know how long this pause would last. But I knew one thing. If we ever started again… it would be because I was sure of me. Not just him.