Leaving Was The Only War I Won Novels & Stories

She looked at the court receipt on the desk and felt a heavy weight on her chest finally lift. This victory was not handed to her by anyone. She had won it herself, with her own hands!

Once I understood, leaving no longer felt impossible. It felt overdue.

I eliminate when I have had it up to the brim. Let him enjoy his little victory lap while it lasts. Because the moment he let me hear that bass through the wall, the war had already started. The last time I checked, I don’t lose wars.

They murmured thanks, but I was already gone, stepping back into the night. The war wasn’t over. It was just heating up. And I always played to win.

Oh my dear Serena, you're so highly anticipated by everyone. “You can do it.” I encouraged Jayden before he took the mic to speak. Now I knew how nervous Jayden felt. No wonder he held my hand tighter because I would've done the same. "First of all I would like to thank the soldiers who have contributed to the war. And also to all those who prayed for us from their homes, we're very grateful that we've won the war. To my wife too, thank you for your priceless contribution. Because of you all, Serena was able to return home safely."

My hands trembled around Leah. Victory suddenly felt meaningless. The mountain. The war. The triumph. None of it mattered. Not if she wasn't breathing, not if she wasn't opening her eyes, not if she wasn't coming back. Jerry waited patiently. The warriors waited. Tombstone waited. Their Alpha should have been celebrating. Should have been giving orders. Should have been leading. Instead I stared at Leah. Fighting a battle inside myself, fighting the terrible thought trying to take root. The thought that she was gone, the thought that I had failed. The thought that despite winning the war, I had lost the only thing that mattered. My grip tightened around her. "No." I whispered it.

Failed miserably but didn’t care. Walking out together, hand in hand where anyone could see—that felt like victory. The war wasn’t over. Would probably never be over completely. But we’d won this battle. And that was everything.

to my dad before he passed away. “I didn't know, but my heart wanted to hate him for leaving me behind so early. I really don't like being alone, every night seems so cold without him.” I felt a warm tear fall down to my cheek that caused me to wipe it up fast. I couldn't explain it but all of a sudden I cried my heart out like I'm some kind of a child.

In this silent war neither of us wanted, Justin was the first to lose his composure. That night, after a late party, Justin and I were driving home when we spotted Damian from afar. He was standing under the iron gate’s lamplight, clutching a violin in his hands. The narrow road leading to the house was strewn with rose petals. I had just stepped out of the car when, behind me, the night sky suddenly lit up. Tens of thousands of fireworks were blooming like stars.

“It’s war.” And I don’t lose wars.