Moving On From You Novels & Stories

I know you want me I made it obvious that I want you too So put it on me Let's remove the space between me and you Now rock your body Damn I like the way that you move So give it to me 'Cause I already know What you wanna do And here's the situation Been to every nation Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do You know my motivation Given my reputation Please excuse me I don't mean to be rude But tonight I'm loving you Ohh you know That tonight I'm loving you Ohh you know That tonight I'm loving you Ohh you know That tonight I'm loving you Ohh you know That tonight I'm loving you You're so damn pretty

The car starts again. As he drives, my heart beats damn hard on my chest and I wonder what's gonna happen to us. __________ SFTC: Moving On - Kodaline

she pleads. I stood up from beside her and turned my back. "I can't, Mother." "Yes, you can, Giovanni! You need to learn to let this go; it's the only way you'll find happiness and move on." "I'm already trying to move on," I said, as the image of my beautiful Ciara flickered in my mind. "Moving from one woman to another doesn't count as moving on. Don't think I haven't seen those tabloids!" my mother shouted, standing next to me.

@CalebWhitmanOfficial – “Funny how people move on so fast. Guess some of us meant nothing.” And just like that, my mood got shattered completely again.

"Didn’t expect such an eventful evening." I chuckled. "Yeah, family parties around here can be... unpredictable." He leaned against one of the garden pillars, watching me carefully. "So, you’re Phoebe. I heard you’re planning on moving out." I blinked. "Word travels fast." "It does when people are upset about it." I sighed. "They’ll get over it." Ramon studied me for a moment before nodding. "I get it. Sometimes, you need a fresh start." "Exactly!" I said, feeling a rush of relief. "Finally, someone who understands."

Whyyyyy did it have to be me? I stood up, wiping my tears off my eyes as I made my way outside my room. To the living area. Outside the house. Outside the gate. And Into the street, barefooted. I didn't care or mind what I was wearing—a nightgown. I was going to leave—somehow. How it was going to happen didn't matter. I just had to keep walking, I just needed to an escape from the gut-wrenching reality I couldn't seem to end.

“They can adapt all they want.” A pause. Then. “What are you thinking?” I exhaled slowly. Then answered. “I won’t be here when they do.” Silence. Then— “You’re moving again.” “Yes.” “But where?” I looked ahead. Into the gap. Deeper. Where it wasn’t fully formed yet. Where it was still undefined. Still open. Still. Potential. “I’m not moving through the system,” I said. “Or away from it.” A pause. Then. “I’m moving beyond it.”

My phone buzzed one more time. A final message. This one had no video. Just words. Tick tock. Your move.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

--- --- And nodded slightly. --- --- Because it was. --- --- It really was. --- --- And as she set her phone down— --- Leaning back into the quiet of her space— --- She realized something important. --- --- The past didn’t have a hold on her anymore. --- --- Not because it disappeared. --- --- But because she had outgrown it. --- --- And when you outgrow something— --- --- You don’t go back. --- --- You move forward. --- --- Stronger. --- --- Clearer. --- --- And finally— --- Free. --- ---

*** ~Veronica~ It feels like a broken record playing the same song again. I don’t want to recall the fake promises you made to me, but they rang in my ear, scratching the wound again that would leave me bleeding. For a year, I was at least able to fake it to myself that I was moving on… that I was fine without you. And as I was starting to find the courage to move on, you had to suddenly reappear and ruin all the progress I had made. Now it feels you like to see me suffer.