Love Is Today Novels & Stories

I love you. *

Settle. Then— Quietly: “And why are you telling me this?” A long silence. Longer than before. Then— “…because I love you, John.” The words landed harder than anything else today. Even the warrant. Even the threat. “I didn’t show it,” she continued. “I know that.” “I hurt you.” “I chose the wrong side.” Her voice cracked—just slightly. “But I’m telling you now…” “You don’t have time.” “You don’t have options.” Another pause.

she whispered, her voice dripping with affection. I frowned. "Don't use that tone when you address me. We're not friends, not even acquaintances. I don't want anyone taking it the wrong way." Her lips disappeared into a thin line as she tucked her affection away. "Seamus, my advisor said I might get into Harland. Can you pick me up during registration? You're the only person I know who's in Harland. And I'd like one last photo with you." I paused. We were neighbors, and we did grow up together. Zoe and I would take a photo together every year to celebrate our friendship. We'd taken 17 pictures with the fig tree as the backdrop.

It was raw and unguarded. “So what’s going to be the last fantasy?” She chuckled dryly, trying to distract herself from what she was actually feeling. "I want to do something different today," he said. "Different how?" "No list," he started, tracing his thumb tracing her jawline. “I just want to make love to you, Yas. I want to feel all of you, I want to let you in…” he paused and bit his lips like he was giving away too much. Then he chuckled dryly too,

Lots of love. Your writer, Kess

Me- I'm I salty? Love- Yep in a sweet way. Me- my heart, lol. Wanna hang out? Love- unfortunately I can't. Me- Why not? Love- feeling numb all over. Me- what? Why? Should I come over. Love- No need. Mum burnt our kitchen. We've been at it for a while now. I'll sleep it off. Me- hmm you sure you're ok? Love- Yup Darling Pringles. Me- bye love. Love- bye love.

Love you all. ~END~

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "