Leaving Was The Only War I Won Novels & Stories

But they couldn't see what I saw—the end of the path we were on, the only way out. "He didn't win," I said, my voice low and final. "And I'm not losing. This is how we win. The war is over. I'm taking the first step. Anyone who has a problem with that can find another boss." The words hung in the air, a hard truth that they would have to swallow. There was no going back.

They were about who was left standing. I drained my glass, set it down carefully, and picked up my phone again. War wasn’t about battles. It was about stories. And I’d already started writing hers.

He looked at me once more. “Rest my love.” He said Briefly. Then turned and walked out,Leaving me alone. With my thoughts,and one very clear realization. This wasn’t just politics anymore. This was war.

In a feeling. In them. In myself. --- So here it is. The final words of the diaries I thought were only for staying alive: We didn't win a war. We chose to lay down arms. We laid down our pain like weapons. We bridged over fear and there were hands waiting. We cried and then we laughed. Fell up. Hurt and healed. Not because we were heroes. But because we were willing. To stay. To unclench. To start again.

I leaned my head against the cool glass and whispered it aloud—words I’d never admit in the light, but ones that tastedl ike ash every time I swallowed them down. “You’re the only war I can’t win clean.” And still, I stayed there. Watching her. Needing her. And hating that I’d let her walk away without tasting her mouth.

War. And I intended to win.

No battles left to fight. Only peace.... Only love.... Only.....this. THE END.​

She turned and left, the door locking behind her. Her words echoed in Mia's head even as her breakfast cooled on the table. There are no winning sides in a war…

Smiling faintly, he teased, "What kind of novel got you that worked up?" Heather met his gaze evenly. "It's about a couple everyone envies. But the man cheats on the woman when their relationship is tested by time. He wants to have both but ends up losing everything. Mitchell… would you ever be like him?" Mitchell's hand trembled slightly before he quickly steadied it. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he murmured, "Novels aren't real. No one could ever come between us. I'd never fall for someone else, Heather. You have to trust in my love for you."