Never Again Novels & Stories

Unbreakable. Forever.

I will never be twice the loser. Never.

Group hug it is. Finally !

He took a step forward, as if to protest—but I met his eyes with steady silence. Then, with cold finality, I said: "Never show yourself to me again."

In the video, it was the anniversary of our fourth year of marriage. I smiled at the camera, gentle and content, and thanked him for all the care and patience he had shown me throughout our marriage. I also gave him the original design sketch for "Eternal Heart”, telling him that all of my feelings for him were written into that drawing. He smiled gently and told me that by our next anniversary, he would turn the sketch into a real piece and give it to me. At the end of the video, I smiled into the camera. "It's all over, Corleone. I wish you and Lilia happiness. From this day forward, we'll never see each other again."

"Hit me, kill me—I won't fight back. But I can't watch you walk straight into hell. I remember everything now. Elodie's death wasn't on you. I was wrong. I'm sorry..." He grabbed my arm. "We can start over. It's not too late! I was given another shot so I could fix things with you!" I stared at him, nothing but pity in my eyes. "You came back and the first thing you did was ask my dad to marry Elodie. We've made that mistake once. Why repeat it?" He dropped to his knees, spilling apologies. Said he'd loved me once but kept telling himself Elodie was the one. "I couldn't face that I'd betrayed her... and then seeing you with her—Vivienne, I couldn't stop hating you. By the time I realized it

Ignoring everything. Not again. right?

But every time I saw it, something inside me hurt, like a little stab to the heart. After all, he was someone I'd loved so deeply for a long, long time. Sometimes, waking up at night, I'd feel a mix of sadness and stubbornness. But then I'd remember the awful things Nathan had said behind my back, and my heart would freeze over again. We went a whole month without speaking. It was the longest silence we'd ever had. Travel and friends were the best medicine. Slowly, I survived the worst of it. The craving, the missing, the disappointment—it all started fading.

Silence stretched longer this time. “We were wrong… because we never taught him how to let go.”

Because it didn’t. Right?