Leaving Was The Only War I Won Novels & Stories

Rossetti’s cold, victorious eyes. “Like I said,” he murmured. “This isn’t over.” Levi’s jaw clenched, his finger tightening on the trigger. I looked at him, my heart hammering. We had won the battle. But the war was far from over.

“It still feels surreal that we are finally at the end of a long war. We really won. I mean, I knew that we would win but I didn’t really expect it to be so easy for us to win.” I told him. “Woman, I like how you make it sound so easy. Did you forget? We fought, we almost lost, we lost family, we almost lost more family. We—okay that one is on me.” I smiled knowingly. I knew what he was about to say and liked that we could joke about that now. It’s all a part of our beautiful story. Also, he was right about us fighting, almost losing, and everything else. We won in the end and that matters the most.

“I don’t want things to be this way. But wars call for sacrifices. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let the unthinkable happen to my people. This is the right thing to do. I hope you can see that” The rest of the day went by as a blur. Vivian and I spent the day preparing to leave. Vivian was pretty chuffed about my change of attitude. I could feel the angry towards her radiating off Justen. He blamed her for me wanting to leave. It didn’t seem to bother Vivian one bit. She dismissed his feelings with a wave of her hand. “He will understand one day. War always demands a high price. That is why it takes special kinds of people to win them”

At the man who forgot me. At the man who still chose me. The night trembled. And I knew— This war had truly begun

I stood up, wiping my bloody hand on my pants. I looked at my men, who had watched the whole thing without moving. “Get him a doctor. Make sure he lives. I want him to remember this lesson for a long, long time.” Then I turned and walked out, leaving my broken, treacherous brother bleeding on the floor of his perfect sunroom. The war was no longer hidden. It was out in the open now. And I would do whatever it took to win.

‘I don't want any war. But if they will not leave any other choice for me then I will have to.’ #TBC

It was a miracle that no one caught him escaping. For the last time, he gazed over the room, leaving a small note. “I’m going for good. Call me if you ever need me.” Half expecting a call and half expecting the note in the pile of trash the moment Darius comes there, he left, hoisting his bulging rucksack over his back. On the way down the stairs, he remembered two important people he should tell about his departure. He texted the same message to both of them, “Thanks for giving job to a novice like me who neither worked right at the café nor at the garage. Yet you took care of me and with this gratitude, I’ll never forget you two. I’m going on a long holiday, might never come back. Don’t wo

Steady, watchful, a man choosing restraint again and again until it becomes part of him. The court gave us paper. The hospital will try to take mine away. As we pull into the driveway, as the house comes into view like a fortress made of love and exhaustion, I know the war may not be over yet, but we have won this battle. And that was enough for tonight.

Adrian asked. “I won,” Selena murmured. “And?” “And I realized… no one really wins in a war like this.”

Mom broke into loud wails the moment she stepped in. "Mom! I only just left your side for a day! How could this have happened to you?" Mom cried. "Get up, Mom. Look at me. Didn't you say that you wanted to watch Benjy getting married? Didn't you say that you wanted to make a speech at his wedding? How could you just leave us like this?" She cried so hard that she nearly fainted. Meanwhile, Dad looked at me with a deep frown on his face, his voice stern and solemn.