Left Them, Loved Myself Novels & Stories

I want to be selfish for once in my life, and I know that sounds terrible, but it's the truth. I love you. I love Annie. I love Jeffrey, even though I barely got to hold him. I love Kael and Dante and Peggy. I love this family with every broken piece of me. But I can't breathe here. Every time I look at you and Annie together, I feel like I'm watching something beautiful from the wrong side of a window, and I'm tired of pressing my face against the glass. So I'm leaving. Not because I'm angry. Not because anyone did anything wrong. Because I need to. Because if I don't, I'm going to wake up one day and realize I never lived a single day for myself.

I'm tired too, and maybe it's time to free myself from the shackles of our yesterday that I made myself. Doubt that everything is just my love for you. I love you so much, Elroy. I love you more than myself. Goodbye, my love. I love you. ‘Til the end. - Your Infinity

I know what you're going to say, but trust me, I tried. And not just once. I timidly looked at myself several times in the mirror with a detached air, and I pronounced these three words which have the power of striking in the chest: "I leave you." I said them, I assure you. Quite loud even, in the hope that he hears them and accepts them. At 39, it might be about time. He cannot stay to contemplate this grumpy love that turns its back on him. Even an icy gust of wind doesn't dare to make me go towards it.

On some occasions, some were won in silence. And I would continue to choose yourself again and again until someone would love me without needing to own you. “I'm such a confused creature” I whispered to myself

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

“Y-yeah.” “Okay. What about him?” I tried to speak, but my emotions welled up hard and hot in my throat again. “I’m in love with him.” Silence. Not judgment, just stunned stillness. I decided to keep going, I couldn't stop now. “I’m in love with him and he—he left. He left because I couldn’t even admit it. Not even to you.” My voice shook violently. “I was ashamed. I hated myself for it, and I still... I don't want you to look at me and think—think something is wrong with me.”

“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.

“Please, please don’t go.” But I was done listening to them. I was done being the dutiful daughter, done shrinking myself on the slim chance that my family would finally love me the way I wanted them to. “No,” I said, surprised by the steel in my voice. “I’m leaving. I should’ve left years ago.”