Miss Poems For Her の小説・ストーリー

She had to seize this hard-won opportunity! In the next second, she stepped onto an empty chair near the front row and called out loudly over the noisy crowd. "Everyone, quiet down! I have something to say!" Her voice was clear, carrying a deliberately urgent tone that instantly drowned out the music and laughter in the hall. All the wolves froze, and every gaze turned toward Sherry, who was standing on the chair. Sherry took a deep breath and jumped down from the chair. Then, she slowly walked toward Ian. Tilting her face up at him, she spoke in an unmistakably pressing tone. "Ian, when are you going to hold the marking ceremony with me? We've already missed so many years. I don't want to w

A child never formed. Who dared to use her pain to mock her? Then at that point, a memory flashed to her. “Dante.” She called softly, her gaze flickered with memory. “That miscarriage wasn’t my first pregnancy. I had one before it.” The newfound revelation caused a wave of silence that shocked both of them. “What do you mean, Marissa? Were you pregnant for another man before Tristan?”

Panting, she pulled out her driver's license and her passport. "Jeremiah," she said hoarsely. "I've fired Adrian. I won't have any contact with him ever again." She forced a weak smile. "Let's go get married now, okay? Your friend told me about all the grievances you've suffered. I'm sorry, I should've paid better attention. I didn't realize you've had such a hard time over the years because of me." Her words sounded absurd. If she had really wanted to know, she could've asked my friends much earlier how I had endured these seven years.

He has no idea he is minutes away from destruction. I open the door slowly, letting the suspense build. And there she is—Miss Perfect, standing in her heels and neatly pressed dress, her face a canvas of disbelief, hurt, and confusion. I drink in her expression like it is champagne. It was all worth it the lies, the scheming, the fake pregnancy, and even getting my little sister to track her location. This moment is my reward.

The room, once a sanctuary for confessions, bore witness to a tender moment suspended in the delicate threads of emotional tension. "I missed you," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of longing and sorrow. Her admission reverberated within me, a bittersweet melody that echoed the ache of separation. Moisture gathered in the corners of my eyes, an unspoken response to the profound truth her words unveiled. "I missed you too," I confessed, my voice laced with the sincerity of a heart that had yearned for her presence. The admission hung in the air, a fragile bridge connecting our shared solitude. The room, once filled with the echoes of confession, now brimmed with the unspoken langu

Staring at those mementos, my heart fell into pieces. I once thought we would be together until our hair turned gray. It felt like a cruel joke. Why hang onto love that was gone? I gathered up everything that reminded me of us and tossed it all away without a second thought. 'Edward, I'm done lowering myself to love you,' I told myself silently. After a restless night's sleep, Edward never showed up. He only dropped me a single message. [Jennifer, I didn't mean to snap at you. I'll come home with a gift later to make it up to you.]

I miss you. ***

I turned her around to face me and all I could see was doubt on her eyes. Why isn’t she believing my words? “I miss you.It’s been really hard for me since you left.You’re on my mind every second of the day.I hate it that you’re not home with me.I’ve been sleeping in your bed because it smells like you,because I wanted to feel you in any way possible.I miss you.I miss us.I miss everything we shared.Being without you for weeks now makes me feel like a living corpse.It’s like my soul is away from me.Please give me a chance,Maliyah,please.”

I smile happily as she laughs. Cayden lifts a brow at her as she shakes her fist in the air. “This is their mistake. Missy hates this top! She just has it because I keep stealing it from her as I love it! But she would never wear it. Not even to clean floors. As if she would wear it to meet her lover!” “You have to believe me!” I plead, looking back at Cayden. “I love you! How could I do this to you? After all we have been through!”

Her fingers were a little shaky, but her voice was soft and brave. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I… I can answer.” Everyone looked at her. “My name is Missy,” she said, twisting her fingers under the table. “I’m nineteen. I love drawing and singing a lot. I don’t… have a boyfriend.” She paused, as if expecting someone to laugh or scoff or roll their eyes. No one did. Even Enzo stayed quiet now. “I live with my mom,” she finished. “Yeah. That’s… that’s it, I guess.”