Letting Go Novels & Stories

The words steady because now this was the truth. “It doesn’t stay on us.” The shape stepped forward. not interrupting. observing. because now this was beyond it. beyond rules. beyond function. “Release is not defined,” it said. The words fractured because now this wasn’t something it could process. “Then it is now,” I said. The words firm. Because now this had to exist. Had to become real. Zayden’s grip tightened again. Reflex. Instinct. Because now this went against everything. letting go was weakness.

To carry the lessons from our love without letting it define my future. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting. It means choosing myself after everything. And for the first time in a long time, that feels like the right decision.

he said. The space shifted slightly. “…affirmative.” Luke rubbed the back of his neck. “…I’m not exactly an expert.” Lily smiled faintly. “You just did it.” He exhaled. “…barely.” Nyra crossed her arms. “Still counts.” Luke looked out at the moving realities. “…letting go isn’t about not caring,” he said slowly. The presence focused. Listening. “It’s about trusting that things can exist without you forcing them to,” he continued.

“You’re going to catch a cold sitting here like this.” She sighed, her voice trembling. “I… I feel so lost, Liam. How do you let go of someone who’s been a part of your life for so long?” Liam crouched beside her, his eyes locking onto hers. “Letting go isn’t easy. It’s messy, painful, and it feels like the world’s falling apart. But sometimes, meeting the wrong person at the right time is a lesson. And meeting the right person… like now… is a gift.”

I grunted. “You know that's not what I meant. But I honestly do think it'll be wise to let Tamara go, you're not only hurting her but yourself,” Damon nods. “I agree. If this has taken your peace then I think you have the best shot at letting go.” “And you don't love her anymore, at least you told us so. If it's still about punishing her, then I think you've done enough, let it go and move on.” “Never,” I blurt out, my voice sharper than I intended. “Tamara stays married to me, I'm not letting her off that easily,” I spit out with venom.

"So you are really giving up on him?" “I am not giving up," I corrected gently. "I am letting go. There is a difference. Giving up means I still want it but I'm too tired to fight. Letting go means I finally understand it was never meant to be mine in the first place." "That sounds sad," Nyra whispered.

“Maybe this is what it means to love someone for real... knowing they’re safer without you.” I took a breath. A long, slow one that felt like it scraped through my lungs. And I stayed like that for a while—just breathing. Because for the first time in a long time… I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted to let go. “Let go…” I muttered. But how? How do you let go of something that stitched itself into your bones? How do you stop wanting something that once made you feel like you could be more than what the world carved you out to be?

Rogues weren’t soulless, but being exiled from a pack does something to the psyche and the soul, it darkens it, makes it rot. “Release her,” I said, taking a step in his direction. He snarls, eyes flashing as he tightens his grip just slightly, a quick inhale of breath by the young girl following. “You release her, and run, or you join them. Pick your destiny.” He snarls once more. Eyes glancing between myself and the piles of flesh that lay behind me. “One, two…” and he was gone, snarling as he left, quick feet thudding as he went.

The way she clings. Because maybe I know deep down— This won’t last. This moment. This warmth. I’ll have to let it go. Let her go. Tuck all of this away. Eventually.

Ledger Rius Letting go. The art of letting go has never been easy to learn but if we are willing, we will surely be there. The consequence was worth it. Now, there's no more burden inside my heart. I even found a new family upon freeing myself from the chain of hatred. Ledger Rius, Inkwell. Thank you for visiting Inkwell.