Never Ever Getting Back Together Novels & Stories

She rubs her stomach absently, the way she does frequently does now without noticing she's doing it. "We're not getting back together, Mason. I think we both know that. What I did very successfully killed any chance we had at a future. I'd rather you be happy with someone good than sad on my account." There it is. Not getting back together. Said plainly, without any hedging, like it’s something we’d come to a consensus on. I wasn’t in the room for that conversation though. I like Imani. And Chloe is probably right about me never forgetting what happened at Mojave, but closing the door between us forever isn’t making me feel good.

At that moment, it felt as if the ground had been pulled out from beneath him. A message from one of his gaming friends popped up. "Seb, what's going on? You couldn't get in touch with Leona? You two really fought that badly this time?" Sebastian stared at the words on the screen, his grip tightening around his phone until his knuckles turned white. Was it really just a fight? In the past, whenever she threatened to break up, he'd apologize, and even when his efforts were half-hearted, she would always come back to him. He had gotten used to the fact that she couldn't leave him and had taken comfort in knowing that she would always be there.

His brown eyes bored into mine worriedly, and as his warm palm came in contact with my skin, my heart fluttered, and my throat went dry. How could it be him? He was supposed to be dead! "Are you hurting anywhere? Should I get the doctor?" My mouth was only hanging open. No words came out. How could this even be? Justin and I dated for years back in college, but we broke up before he traveled out of the country to take over his father's business after our graduation. By the time he returned years later, I was already married to Lucas. We both had to move on, because I already did.

“Well then. I suppose love wins. Barely.” Laughter echoed. Sepharine extended her hand. Draven took it—slowly, reverently. They stood together. Not as lovers. Not yet. But as two people willing to try again, step by unsteady step.

“What makes you think I’d ever go back with you? “Sean, do I need to remind you? We’ve been divorced for a long time. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Sean clutched at his ears like he couldn’t bear to hear it, breathing heavily. He stepped forward, reaching for my hand. “Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!”

"Would you like to grab dinner? I'd love to catch up some more." I was happy to say yes. … After sipping a few glasses of red wine, Brandon looked at me with dreamy eyes and opened up. "You know, I've had a crush on you for the longest time. But just when I was about to tell you, you left school and then got married. I thought I'd never see you again, but here you are. It's got to be destiny." "I never saw that coming." I felt a bit lost in thought. If things had been different, could Brandon and I have had a normal relationship? If I had not met Charles, I would not have been hurt.

I might be used to it, but that doesn't make it hurt less. I can no longer even understand myself these passing days. I knew to myself that one way or another, we would never get back together. Even if he finds out the truth, he will never go back to my life and continue the story we left in our past. Even if I fight, there is still no end. Even if I look like a fool begging him for his forgiveness, he will never come back. That's our reality.

Through out all our back and forth, breakup and get back together cycle, I get more attached to him each time we get back together. "Whatcha thinking" He squeezes my laps. "Nothing" I tug my hair behind my ear. He turns on the radio to drown away the silence and our favourite song plays, 'Don't leave me alone' by David Guetta My cheek breaks into a smile and I sing along to the song. This has always been my favorite song since I was younger, my mom loved playing it and it rubbed off on me. Bryne started loving the song too because of me. "Don't you ever leave me, don't you ever go" I sing along happily

“Deal…. I want my boyfriend back how he was. I don’t want to remember any of this shitty separation. Can we get back together?” I ask stupidly even though it’s obvious we are already making up. I just need him to say the words to help with the insecurity I am feleing after how cold he was. “I want my boyfriend back.” “Technically, babycakes, we never broke up. Neither of us said the words so we don’t need to get back together. He shrugs like this is the most logical thing ever, and I lean back to scowl at him.

Endure it one last time. When the ritual was over, I looked at his indifferent face and couldn't help but wonder. Doesn't the bond breaking hurt him, too? Or does his power just shield him from the agony? He made the same casual promise he’d made the last six times. “Next full moon, I’ll call you back. You’re still my fated mate.” Before, I would have clawed for more than an empty promise. I would have forced him to swear on the Moon Goddess, to seal it with a blood pact.