Love Is An Illusion Ending Novels & Stories

Love and family. THE END

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.

True love always wins, even in the darkness. 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.

I announced as I took my phone and checked something " Guys looked at this photo," I said as I handed it over to them " What about it? " Lyon asked as he gave me the phone " This was a group picture we took at the entrance of blu island, if you remember carefully the van was parked behind us and if you zoom into the picture you’ll notice that the van isn’t there " " Are you… saying…Melody isn’t… real? " Liv said in stutter as she widened her eyes “ Yes, and No, I don’t just think Melody isn’t real but I think everything about her isn’t real. We are having been living in an illusion "

But something that was real and had been real and I had been living inside it without knowing the full shape of it. And I was still leaving. That part hadn’t changed. Because love, even real love, did not cover what this marriage had done to me. The miscarriage he’d walked away from. The dinners. The hospital bed. The monitored phone and the bought company and the years of being reduced to a function. But I was tired of lying to myself about there being nothing here. “I need to ask you something,” I said. “Okay.” “And I need you to answer honestly. Not strategically. Not in a way that gets you what you want. Just honestly.”

I could only watch myself fall deeper and deeper for you. "I admit that the marriage I gave you was fake, but my love for you is real," he said, his expression painfully earnest. "Four years ago, I got back on my feet and officially married Kelly. But Sela, I never forgot about you. I was just too terrified of losing you, so I used lies to cover up lies." My limbs had gone from feeling cold to feeling utterly numb. Shaking my head, I kept backing away. He felt like a total stranger to me.

When he loved someone, he would give the person everything. When his love disappeared, it felt as though I was being pushed into an abyss. I escaped hurriedly and ran away from the laughter behind me. The screens on the walls kept playing the video of Bailey’s birthday. I hid in the bathroom and took off the dress I had specially prepared for the night. I tossed it into the trash along with my love for Jeremy. The hospital called me again. “The surgery that Mr. Goodman arranged for you is scheduled for tomorrow. You have to come to the hospital tonight and prepare for the surgery.”