Its Not Fine Novels & Stories

Not now. Not ever.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

"It's not okay.” ‎

Not now. Not ever.

Not home. Not yet.

Not an exit strategy. This...

Her voice sharpened. "My company has a top-tier design team. If you want a fresh start—want to pursue design—you can come back and work with me! We don't have to separate. We don't have to get divorced. "Things can go back to how they were—working together, going home together. Everything—" I cut her off. "We can't go back, Sylvie. My job now suits me just fine. And I don't want to go back to that house." "Why not?!" she demanded, her voice tight with frustration and confusion. "Is it still about that suit? You've thrown your tantrum, and I even convinced my parents and Tyler not to hold it against you. What else do you want?"

I went to the wardrobe and found a piece of clothing covered in dust. I shook the dust off and put it on without hesitation. Before long, I felt an itch on my back, near the wound. Perhaps it was infected. When I went out to buy clothes, Mark returned again. Why did he come back? To make fun of me? He thew some new clothes to me and told me to put them on. I refused; after all, he had a girlfriend. It wouldn't be right to buy clothes for another woman, right?

That’s it. ***

she finally said. This isn't good…