Misunderstanding Novels & Stories

❞ she pretended not to hear what he said. ❝Because I don't want to hurt you,❞ he said softly, but she still heard. It's still amazing that men don't want to hurt women in the first place, but fate is even more funny because sometimes a man doesn't realise that he's already hurting a woman. ❝And I don't want to get hurt either,❞ was his last promise; even though it was weak, she still heard it. Angel doesn't understand it; it's very difficult to understand someone like this, so it's like she just doesn't want to understand someone like this, but why? Fate forces het to understand it.

Indeed, men could not understand women. He slowly shook his head. He still looked at her, though she tried to avoid him. "I'm only guessing. But, I want to listen directly to you instead of playing guesses and ending what I'm sure as the answer turns out to be wrong." He reasoned. Yes, misunderstandings often occur due to miscommunication between the parties involved. Saying the meaning was clearly the key to preventing that.

I was confused, like what was this man thinking and why was he acting like this. "Okay look," he finally said looking at me with an unreadable expression "the issue with the pill was a misunderstanding, I know it now, but I'm sure of what I'm saying now." He gestured with his hands as if what he was saying was some complicated matter. "I want you to stay far away from him." "And why do I have to listen to you?" I said stubbornly. "You are so hard to communicate with." He blurted out frustrated. "No, you find it so hard to communicate properly with others. I can't understand what you are saying." I retorted.

"I finally got it, but I was not calling you Bakla because I don't appreciate your efforts." "Then why?" I looked away because it suddenly got awkward. "Please tell me," he pleaded, but even though he wouldn't, I would still do it. I was only gathering more strength to tell him the reason. "I was my way to decrease the discomfort when you were around me." He suddenly chuckled. He embarrassed me, but that instantly faded when I heard him say, "That was cute then. I feel sorry for myself for misinterpreting it." "Not even new. I'm used to being misunderstood anyway." I uttered, sulking but that was a fact.

“I’m like this because you are not giving me the peace of mind I deserve, why would I be nice to you?” “I’m not giving you peace of mind that you deserve?” The question came out softly with sarcasm written all over. “Imagine you walked into my house uninvited, and you obviously are not here for any meaningful discussion, are you giving yourself the peace of mind you claim you deserve?” “Why can’t you just understand that I don’t want to have anything to do with you” “I’ve told you this in every possible way” “I’ve insulted you, ignored you, scream at you, avoided you for months and you can’t still read the boldly written hand writing on the wall”

/Meelah’s POV/ “Please don’t hang up the call” he pleads and I pause because I was just considering doing that. “Hurry up with what you want to say…..I am quite occupied at the moment” I urge him because I have way too much on my plate to start worrying about someone like him at a time like this. “I have been meaning to talk to you for a while about the misunderstanding that we had….” He trails off “I guess the right words that you are looking for should be betrayal because the issue we gave is nothing close to a misunderstanding but a glittering act of betrayal” I cut in to correct the notion.

Spontaneously said, and it managed to make Alvaro flinch. "Crazy? Being close to crazy people or crazy friends, is the point really disturbed?" Kean responded so casually, taking another step. "You know what? Before that high school kid said that, I've heard many of the same things before." "But—" Kean chuckled for a moment. "Because what's the point of arguing? What they don't know is that the problem of why can make me or your friend crazy." "Yeah, still..." Alvaro didn't continue his words but leaned closer to Kean.

It’ll be the only way I can take her in with me. We leave the house and I lock up as the ladies say goodbye yet again. Ken walks away then looks back at me. She holds my stare and keeps on walking. I catch up to Chyne and bump her with my shoulder. “Friendcation. I like it.” I smile at her but she doesn’t return it. “Friendcation? I don’t think that’s how it’s used.” She reply’s back. “Right, because you are a human expert.” “Yes. I am.” Unbelievably stubborn

More silence followed. Then another confession. “I don’t know how to let people misunderstand me.” That one spread deepest. Because beneath the fear of misunderstanding often lived another hidden wound: the belief that acceptance requires perfect perception. I remained silent for a long time before speaking again. Then softly— “Not everyone will understand you, and that is not a failure.” The tension deepened gently across the network. I continued carefully. “You can explain honestly…” A pause. “Communicate clearly.” Another pause. “And still recognize that some people will only ever see you through the limits of their own understanding.”

I sigh and look away. "Nothing is going to change if you don't speak to each other." Aiden points out. "You both need to listen to each other instead of fighting and making assumptions. Misunderstandings can only be fixed if you try." He shakes his head. "Isn't that supposed to be obvious?"