Left Them, Loved Myself Novels & Stories

I didn't know then that I should have just stayed on my own. Because the same Jay who said "I love you"… Was the same Jay who would leave a scar on my life. And almost cost me everything.

I was living. And I was loved — fiercely, completely, and forever. The End.

“Because if I let it go, all that would be left was grief. And I didn’t think I would survive that.” Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. “I loved you while I hated you,” I finished quietly, lifting my eyes to his. “And that was the most exhausting part of all.” The words stayed between us, raw and breathing. Gabriel looked like I had struck him, but I wasn’t done. I wiped at my cheeks impatiently and straightened, even though my knees felt weak. “And that’s why I left,” I said, my voice quieter now but steadier. I let the jacket slide slightly off one shoulder before pulling it back up again, grounding myself in the motion. “Not just because I was grieving. Not just because I was

I was nothing more than a passerby, not even a friend. I had thought that mentioning these things again would still make me sad and furious. But only after saying them aloud did I realize my heart was completely still. There was no extra emotion at all. In that moment, I knew Adrian had become the past to me completely. He would never affect me again. Adrian's expression looked ugly, but he did not refute me. Instead, he said, somewhat dazed, "But I thought I was just looking after a new coworker... "Back when you first started your own career..."

Missing the love that felt like home. I closed the journal and turned off the light, lying in the darkness with tears slipping silently down my cheeks. I had chosen to leave to save myself. But saving myself was proving to be the hardest thing I had ever done. And somewhere across the city, I knew Ronan was hurting just as deeply. That knowledge only made the pain sharper. Still, I stayed. I kept choosing myself, one painful day at a time. Even if it broke my heart a little more every single night.

I sighed and slouched down in my desk chair. Cato please not now. I know I fucked up. He scoffed and left my mind. "Damnit!" I screamed as I punched my desk. I can't believe I let my other half, my light to my darkness, my precious personal goddess. They say that you only know you love em when you let em go, but I knew that before she left. I knew that I loved her. I know I should've done something different. I just, I don't have any clue what came over me.

I felt it six years ago and I felt it again today. The friendship in me wanted to go to him. The love in me wanted to be in his arms. But the respect and love I had for me, wanted to leave all this and held my head high. I left him. It wasn't like someone died. I chose myself today. I didn't regret it but the pain didn't stop.

"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.

That's practically suicide! *Now the climax, the reason I do this is... because I have nothing left!* - He told the recording *During the past couple of Months everyone left me behind, only a few people had the decency to at least say goodbye to me. The women I 'loved' changed and were no longer the same. It seems they all had somebody else and unknowingly, I discovered it the bad way.*