Love Is An Illusion Ending Novels & Stories

'This is just a figment of my imagination,' I told myself. Then, breaking the silence, Aurora spoke, “Don’t you miss me, Xander?” “You're just an illusion; you're not real. Please leave,” I said firmly, my voice tinged with a mix of desperation and frustration. Aurora smiled, a knowing, almost melancholic expression on her face. “I cannot leave if you still love me. The deeper your love, the more real this illusion becomes. Can you stop loving me, Xander?” Her words echoed in the room, a haunting reminder of the emotional turmoil that had led me to this point. The line between reality and illusion blurred, leaving me in a state of profound confusion and heartache.

I'm certain I closed it, how did it open? "Oh!" Lia squeals after the credits roll. "Don't you just love romance? Wasn't the ending beautiful, mother?" "It was," she agrees, standing up. "Love is beautiful. It's something worth fighting for." I look at her. "Is it really, mother? I think love is an illusion. People don't truly love each other. They love the idea of love." Lia swats my arm. "Stop it. Mother and father were truly in love before he died, isn't that true?"

"Just like you're doing now." In that instant, I was in so much pain that I was laughing and crying at the same time. I could not believe Collen would think that I was that despicable. Looking at her twisted face, I realized it wasn't that I was despicable. It was that my love was too pathetic. Fine, then. I'd just stop loving her. This farce ended when a nurse walked in and exclaimed, "What happened to the hand with the IV? Your veins are so hard to find! Didn't I tell you to take good care of the IV needle?"

"Don't you ever fall in love! It's a fucking catfish and would leave you shattered like broken bottles. Sour grapes!" "But-" "Never." I cut her off and laid back on the bed with my hand held up to my face. "Love is the reason mother is six feet un-" I bit my tongue as I was the only one that witnessed what happened the second night mother left and never returned. Eliana had downcast gaze as she fidgeted with the end of the white towel in her hands. "Why don't you break up with him if he's that toxic?" "I-" I got cut off by the light knock on my door.

he half shrugged. I smiled without my eyes. "How about you?" "It's pretty boring when people ask me back my questions. Ask something you really wanna know." Touche. "Ever been in love?" Side effects of breaking up too much; you become a love doctor. Couldn't believe myself either. He chuckled. "That a no?" He jerked his shoulders forward. "Love is an illusion." My mouth suddenly became dry and my legs stood up, heading to the kitchen. I was already at the living room door when I swirled around to explain myself. "Thirsty. Orange juice?"

Of Course I'm free. "I will send my driver to come pick you up by 7pm. “I will be expecting you. Love you" “Love you too." He replied and ended the call. One of my greatest fears is finding out that Liam is not who I think he is. I might just lock my heart completely for love. Charles' POV

“How long do you plan to keep doing this? I know you love her. But love… love is just an illusion, my lord.” She laughed again. “And illusions… can be broken. The moment you let go, you’ll see how useless it really is. You can love any woman the same way you love her. You’re just scared. You don’t want her to think you’re ungrateful. She’s lost so much because of you, and you don’t want her to see you as the ingrate who finally gave up on her.” I looked at her then. This woman was a snake. I must find a way to erase her out of my life and home before she ruins it beyond repair.

he begged now with a shaky voice, "Lena, don't walk away from me. Don't walk away from us." But there was no "us" anymore. There hadn't been for a very long time. I had been blind, a prisoner of the illusion called love, his smoothly flowing lies, and now that the truth had emerged, I had nowhere to run. "You had your chance," I replied, my voice now steady as I took yet another step away from him. "And you wasted it.”

As sleep carried me gently toward dreams, one final truth settled deep within my heart. I had never truly been bound by a contract, But had always been bound by love. The End

What will you call a person when he knows he's being betrayed, hurt and destroyed but still chooses to believe the illusion? He's my favourite illusion which breaks occasionally to show me the reality and drags me again into the fairytale. If this is not an addiction, what is it? It can't be love. "If you think my feeling is a lie," he husks. "Then it is. I love you. I love you so fucking much" Before I can respond, he captures my lips into a hungry kiss. I don't react. I can't. I'm too tired to respond to his wild actions. He deepens the intensity, nibbling my bottom lip. It makes me moan softly in his mouth.