It Was Never Meant To Be Novels & Stories

"Don't bother coming back if you leave now! "What an ungrateful wretch! We were just testing you, asking you to take care of us in our old age. How dare you say something like this?!" "Fine." I nodded with a wry smile. "After all, I am just a money-making machine to you." I could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood the moment I slammed the door and went out. I collapsed against the wall and cried bitterly.

I lie there in the dark, my body still humming and my mind reeling. The line we’ve so carefully drawn isn’t just blurred; it’s obliterated. Something irrevocable has happened, and I know, with a terrifying, exhilarating certainty, that we will never be the same again, no matter how much Devon Pretends.

I am just being chicken. What is wrong in letting go with a friend? We will never get this opportunity again! This is a once in a lifetime chance to do something I secretly always wanted to do. The best part is I do not have to pay a dime for it. Now, all I must do is stop being so chicken-hearted. Live a little, Lia. I took the glass and gave a small smile to Mel. “To no tomorrow.” Her eyes widened as if she expected her peer pressure to have no affect. She jumped up and down – somehow not spilling a single drop of alcohol – and cheered.

Not now. Never.

And I was never, ever taking that for granted again. **THE END**

Because it didn’t. Right?

I'll never be able to pretend it meant nothing. Because it meant everything. And that's exactly why it can never happen again.

‍ Co‍uldn‍'t stop fulfilling the purpose I was created for. I was n‌e‌ver​ meant to⁠ be anything‍ but this.‍ ‌And that truth was the crueles​t one yet.

"I make bad decisions that leave me stuck in situations like this. I want to be with you but I can't. You want to be with me but you can't. Like I hate that I ever thought seducing you was a good idea." "Yeah, that was all you," Nick said laughing as Cheyenne swatted at him. "Baby I'm not saying never, I'm saying not right now." Cheyenne shook her head, "this isn't some damn hallmark movie where ten years from now I'm going to move back to town freshly divorced and run into you and...Damn it I don't want that." Nick shrugged, "I don't know what to tell you, Cheyenne." “That you love me.”

Of a future being shaped without my consent. I told myself what I always told myself. This was nothing. This would pass. And I would survive it.