My Endless Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He repeated the words over and over again, finishing with expressing the depths of the love that he had for me. Instead of being filled with elation upon hearing his words of devotion, I remained heavy hearted. What had just happened? This was not the romantic rendezvous that I’d envisioned when I set out to contact him after work. How could things go so wrong? I looked up the alley to see if anyone witnessed what we’d just done. Relief poured forth when I saw no one.

####### "Love?" Clara asked showing her dimple smile to flatter him as always. "You don't say that you love me often. But your eyes, your actions speak volumes about your love for me" Alex places so many kisses over her hand as she smiles broadly. Of course, he is always right when it comes to judging her. How can he do this with ease? #######

The coworker answered vaguely, "Someone who was trapped by love... "Just throw it away. It's bad luck." The young nurse nodded, still slightly confused. Then she casually tossed the letter into the trash. A breeze drifted in from somewhere unknown and lifted the paper. On it was only a single sentence. [Liam, Ava, if there's another life, can it be my turn to love you?]

Once we were back at the mansion, I decided to share an observation. “Cameron.” “Yeah?” “I think you’ve given all your love to Rachel’s mom. Now, it feels like you’re just loving for the sake of it.” He stopped under the porch light, and it illuminated every detail of his face. He frowned and contemplated for a moment. Then, he shook his head. “Love doesn’t run out like a mine that gets emptied. It’s endless. When you meet the right person, it just keeps coming.” It was a touching analogy, but it did not move me.

True love found us. The End.

Catherine Davison pouted her lips cutely. "Your family must be really like you right?" Katherine Flynn tone mixed with envy. "No" she shook her head, "They love me. I am the Apple of eye to my family. They won't even let me get a boyfriend saying everyone is too good for me" Catherine Davison replied to her. "But no more worries. My friend Emma and I planned to get a boyfriend when we join the college. This time I will get a boyfriend for myself" Catherine Davison showed her fist.

"Don't you ever fall in love! It's a fucking catfish and would leave you shattered like broken bottles. Sour grapes!" "But-" "Never." I cut her off and laid back on the bed with my hand held up to my face. "Love is the reason mother is six feet un-" I bit my tongue as I was the only one that witnessed what happened the second night mother left and never returned. Eliana had downcast gaze as she fidgeted with the end of the white towel in her hands. "Why don't you break up with him if he's that toxic?" "I-" I got cut off by the light knock on my door.

Drake said to us, and he stood next to my friend who asked him. "Do you know why they can't make love, David?" Eireen asked, causing them to look at me. "You know that's really not allowed, and even for me, it's not possible because our race has become mortal against each other. So when I confessed to him, he can only give friendship; it can't go any deeper," I said, and I got up to rehearse. They are curious about what they see now and what is happening. I will be like that if I don't know the truth.

He stands and pulls me into a tight hug, spinning me so my feet are off the ground, “I love you, Chloe. Only you. Forever.” The End

Two weeks later -Music plays – Music resonates throughout my room, barely loud enough to drown out my thoughts. Every aching chord stung, and the comfort of my blanket wasn’t enough to replace her warmth on my skin. Each time I open my phone, I find myself aimlessly scrolling through our old messages and looking at her posts. Like a ghost unable to move on, I see hints of her everywhere I look. On my walls, in my gallery, in my sketchbooks, even the ballad playing now sounds eerily like her guitar. I hate how everything reminds me of her. Finding myself stuck in delusions, dreams and daydreams, that she’ll come to my window as usual and apologise. It’s been two weeks, and she hasn’t bothered