Left Them, Loved Myself Novels & Stories

And then, finally, a sob wracked through my body, the weight of everything hitting me all at once. "He left me," I whispered to the empty room, the words echoing with a sense of abandonment that cut deep into my soul. "He left me too," I repeated softly, the realization sinking in like a heavy stone settling at the pit of my stomach. I hugged my knees to my chest, feeling the weight of my loneliness pressing down on me like a suffocating embrace. The tears flowed freely now, a torrent of anguish and despair that seemed to have no end. "They all leave eventually," I murmured to myself, the words trembling with raw pain. "Because I'm damaged. Because I'm unlovable. I'm so tired, so tired of as

“Then stop.” He reached out—fingers grazing my wrist. But I stepped back. “Don’t.” His jaw clenched. “You still love me.” “Maybe,” I said, tears threatening. “But I love myself more now.” That was when I knew it. There was no going back. Not for either of us. Only forward. Through fire. Through war. And through the ruin of everything we built. When I left the villa, I felt cold. Empty. Like I’d left a part of myself behind.

he asked quietly. The softness of the question hurt worse than shouting would’ve. I closed my eyes briefly. Because the answer was yes. And I hated myself for it. When I opened them again, tears blurred everything. “I’m leaving because I love myself too.” Leo stared at me like those words physically wounded him. Somebody whispered: “She’s actually leaving.” My heels echoed painfully loud against the floor as I started walking back down the aisle. The same aisle I walked down minutes ago believing maybe love could heal everything.

Until now, I am proud of myself because I am able to try to work and raise Elizabeth on her own. "You know sometimes when you know no one loves you, love yourself. Even if everyone leaves you but yourself will never leave you, that's why they say love yourself first before the others because how can you love You don't love other people or you don't know how to love yourself. " It just stared at me as if thinking or having something to worry about. "I love myself, I'm proud of myself! That's what I said." I promised and touched him. "I love myself, I'm proud of myself. That's like what I said." I winced.

Jackson relaxed and kissed her forehead gently, "I won't let you leave me either. In this life, I will love you well and never let you suffer so much again." The look on his face was extremely determined. In this life, he will never let go of her hand again! Grace smiled softly, "Okay." Let them start over in this life, leaving those pains and memories in the past. The future, for them, is a brand new world worth exploring and facing together.

Silence stretches between us. Then I turn toward Malik’s room. “I’m going to see my son.” “Sophia.” I stop. But I don’t turn around. “I hope one day you understand that I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you.” My voice is barely above a whisper. “I left because I finally realized loving you was making me lose myself.”

"You and I are different. Do you know in which aspect?" Cathryn was taken aback, and she continued, "The person I loved fell in love with someone else. I foolishly gave him everything, thinking he would come back to me. But I realized that if someone doesn't love you, they just don't. Loving yourself is the only way to be loved by others. And I never intentionally hurt anyone. That's the difference between you and me." Just then, applause echoed from the doorway, followed by a familiar voice.

I didn’t respond as I just turned around and walked away leaving her standing there. Still shouting. Still cursing. Still… powerless. When I got to my room, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. I exhaled slowly, my chest rising and falling. Her words echoed in my head. I should have gotten rid of you… I closed my eyes and for a brief moment, it stung. Not like before but enough. “I just wanted to be loved…” I whispered to myself. My voice sounded small and pathetic and I hated it. I pushed myself away from the door and walked to the bed, sitting down heavily.

"No, we're okay. Rhona, why don't you stay with us? Your friend can probably go home." Rhona looked at Adrian, and she could see on his face that he understood this was the end of tonight. This was the moment where reality interrupted whatever had been happening between them. "I should go," he said. "But text me if you need anything. Anything at all, okay?" She nodded, and he kissed her forehead — quick, simple, appropriate given that her entire family was watching. Then he left.

“No, that’s the problem right? I’ve loved you, and you’ve known it from the start. You’ve used it time and time again, against me, and you’ve used it all you could. You’re like a poison and the more that I love you, the worse it hurts and it's—it’s endless cause I can’t live with you and I can’t live without you. God, I wish I never loved you. Your love has fucking killed me, Achilles.” I stood still as she stopped for a moment. I didn’t think it was possible to hate myself—at least not for a selfish person like me, but at that moment, in those seconds… it was… true. “Goodbye.” She went past me and left me alone in her place. I didn’t follow her again—I couldn’t. Instead, I stopped my though