Let Me Move On Novels & Stories

I think I need to start moving forward. She knew what my reply would be, after all, she's a part of me. I think we both just needed to hear myself finally say those words out loud. I'm ready to move on with my life and persue all of these new amazing things I've been gifted. I need to let go of my past, and my parents. They're dead. I'm alive, and Arienne and everyone here is alive. As I reach the lake, I sit down on a little boulder at the edge of the water. So many thoughts about what's happened recently are swirling around in my head. I zone out and gaze out at the smooth water.

I made sure to move on before starting a new life. Whether my ex-husband was alive or dead was of no concern to me. I could hardly care whether or not he was a good person. All I wanted to do was to cherish the people around me and live a good life. I would live and let live. That was all there was to it.

I uttered firmly beyond my situation. “Let's meet next time, Brian.” I added before I turned my back to them and left. itsclarixass

I need to make a decision, to find a way to move forward. I stare at the walls, my heart breaking all over again. He’s moved on, and I need to accept that. I fold the new letter I was writing and place it in a drawer, out of sight but never truly out of mind. Taking a deep breath, I step outside. The world is still turning, life still moving forward. I need to find a way to do the same. Or maybe I never will.

“How am I supposed to just… move on?” Andrea smiled sadly, brushing a tear from my cheek. “You start by letting go. You focus on what you still have, on the people who love you. And you trust that things will get better.” I shook my head, the bitterness creeping back in. “It’s not that easy.” “No, it’s not,” she agreed, her voice gentle. “But nothing worth having ever is.” We stood in silence for a moment, the weight of her words hanging in the air. I wanted to believe her, to let go of the anger and the need for revenge, but I didn’t know how. Not yet.

I’m not going to let him or anyone else walk all over me like this again. "Fine, I'll move out. I won't be coming back, not to this place, and not to you," I said firmly. Calvin looked really surprised, like he didn’t expect me to say that. But I wasn’t gonna care about his thoughts anymore. I’m done. It's time to move on.

Much, much worse. “Come on,” I say, doing my best not to let my annihilation appear. “We have to keep moving.”

he says. I exhale and reset, pushing the feeling aside as I shift back into position. This time when I move, I don’t let myself think about anything else. And for now—that’s enough.

Thank you for taking this journey with me! Oh I'm talking too much now. You can go on to the next chapter. And if you missed this chapter, it's ok. I won't be mad.

I look at Luca. I think of Ethan. I think of the boxes I already packed. And I realize something terrifying. I’ve already moved once. The question is whether I’m brave enough to finish it. Or brave enough to stay. I don’t reply. Not yet.