It Was Never Meant To Be Novels & Stories

This wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be.

I have no intention of letting you go, ever. ***

He moved forward, took my hand in his and placed the chain there. "This will make me remember you, every time I see it and I don't want too." He said and left from there. And I don't want too! His words kept ringing in my ears. I ended my relationship with him, maybe we were never Meant to be together! Do vote and comment. Thank you.

] [If you'll just stay by my side, I'll cook soup for you my whole life. My hands stalled as I stood. Raphael moved closer at once. “What is it? Is your stomach still bothering you?” My fist tightened without my meaning it to. I answered evenly. “It's nothing.” Raphael, our whole life together was already over.

And he was never, ever letting it go. ----

At that moment, the last trace of nostalgia I had for this relationship completely disappeared. I let out a cold laugh. "You're not my wife anymore," I told her. "What does that have to do with me? Even if you have ten kids for Theo in the future, it won't concern me. Wait, I get it now. You want me to raise them for you, right? I've seriously never seen someone so shameless." After saying that, I hung up the phone, forcing myself to suppress the urge to lose control. I would rather gouge my eyes out than deal with her for one more second.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

The room felt impossibly still. "I never lost it in the first place."

Not ever. ‎

“Julian was always busy. He thrives on responsibility.“ By the third day, my texts remain unread. By the fourth, my calls went straight to voicemail. On the fifth day, I realized something terrifying. He wasn't unavailable. He was silent on purpose. Silence is power when you know someone is waiting for your voice. I did not cry immediately. That would have meant I understood what was happening. Instead, I defended him in my mind. "He would never disappear for no reason, he couldn't, he wouldn't," I told myself it didn’t mean anything. I believed it—at least for a while. We had promised each other something once, back when we were younger and less complicated. Two ambitious teenagers sitting