Moving On From You Novels & Stories

"I love you." "I love you too, Mom." Mimi and I left the hospital together. Outside, the evening air was cool. "So..." she asked. "When will I see you again?" I hesitated. "I'm moving tomorrow." "Already?" I nodded. She looked surprised but didn't ask where. Instead, she smiled. "Call me." "I will." "And don't disappear." "I won't." She climbed into a taxi and waved goodbye. I stood there until the car disappeared into traffic. Then I hailed another cab. Tomorrow… I would leave the apartment I'd called home for years. Tomorrow… I would move into Ethan Blackwell's penthouse. Tomorrow… The performance would truly begin.

“I’m sorry I’m driving through a tunnel. Can I stop over?” I look weirdly into the mirror at my half naked body, the gown still half covering me. “Albert, I moved.” Albert replies, “well can you tell me where or I can meet you somewhere. I need to talk to you.” I take a deep breath and think about what to say next to him. “Albert, I moved. I’m no longer in Tennessee.” “Will I get to see you at the Grammy’s at least?” Albert replied. This man sounded so vulnerable.

You got to get up You got to get up and make a move 'Cause the world will never see you until you do No, they don't really care what you're going through So you got to show them, baby You got to show them the real you You got to give them what you've got No, don't let them see what you're not 'Cause you are strong, you are wise You are worth beyond the thousand reasons why And you can't be perfect, baby 'Cause nobody's perfect, darling But, no, no, no, there's nobody in the world like you What do you do when you can't let go? (Can't let go)

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

"Pleasure working with you." "Likewise." Naomi smiled faintly and raised her wine glass. Tim lifted his, and their glasses met with a soft clink. After that, the study fell quiet. The only sound that was heard was the faint clatter of Tim's wine glass being set on the desk. Tim slowly stood and walked to the window, keeping his back to Naomi so she couldn't see his expression. "I have a question, Mrs. Mobius." "Go ahead, Mr. Zahn," Naomi said calmly.

Nowadays, the girl was spending some time with her mother's family. "But you can still stream it; it's easier," Lance mumbled. "Of course, dear. You and Dylan can. But me and Cara, we are old school. We prefer the good ol' slot and play. And just in case she's forgotten, what she's looking for is the second and third videos. Now, if you're done with your complaints and reservations, the DVD is just beside the TV. Thank you."

Don't you think that's ridiculous? Malcolm stared at her, stunned. "But the international culinary competition—are you still going—" "Of course I'm going," Margaret interrupted, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm planning on moving somewhere Gavin won't be able to find me. Well, he might still track me down eventually, but life's long. Eventually, he'll give up looking, don't you think?" Malcolm hesitated, watching her with admiration. Several times, he gathered the courage to speak, but the words wouldn't come.

I won't bring them home anymore. "Also, I'll make sure to come home every week to accompany you. Can't you move back in with me? Please?" Was this what Noah meant by having thought it over for days? "Mr. Lloyd, there's no need for any changes because what happened in the past can stay in the past. Goodbye." I flung off Noah's hand and hurried toward Asher. Noah still chased after me, trying to pull me back to him by force. Asher immediately stepped forward and stood in Noah's way, shielding me in his embrace instead.

Either way, it had nothing to do with her. From the moment she left, their ties had already been severed. Her eyes, first filled with momentary surprise, turned cold and detached. Her voice followed suit, distant and flat. "Move." She had no intention of entertaining this conversation. She stepped past him, ready to leave. Jack reached out, blocking her path. "Jess, I came all this way for you. Can't you give me one chance? I know you still love me." Still love him? Jessica almost laughed.

I need to reign it in before I scare her away. We are driving with the top off my Jeep, wind blowing through our hair and they are both singing the lyrics loudly while dancing in their seats. "I got a river for a soul, and baby you're a boat." It's hilarious and adorable. I have to make myself focus on the road instead of the leggy brunette beside me whose turquoise blue sundress has ridden pretty far up those tan legs of hers. I can't help myself, I need to touch her. So I casually move my right hand to her thigh and give a gentle squeeze before leaving it there. Somehow the physical contact makes listening to One Direction just a little bit less painful.