Never Get Past Him Novels & Stories

His walk past him gave him a whiff of the familiar scent that confirmed his suspicion, and he stepped back out of the room and watched an old friend he thought he would never come to see again, walk away without turning a look back. "W-what's going on?" Bree asked. Exactly what he wanted to know. "Hey," his voice could barely escape his lips so he had his legs make up for it. Chasing after him, his legs skipped a few steps and took a stride past the others till he had him going a little too far. "Excuse me," he tried again, "Hold up, please." "It's fine you don't have to pay me back or anything." The guy waved off without stopping in his track.

He manages to get away from me for a moment. We snap at each other as we circle, both trying to get the upper hand on the other. He is limping and favoring his left side, but he’s smart and is keeping his right side showing. But it doesn’t matter what precautions he takes. He is falling today and he won’t be getting back up again.

He doesn’t open it yet. “Tell me why you’re here tonight.” I swallow. My mouth is suddenly dry. “I… can’t finish.” The words come out smaller than I mean them to. “I get close. Really close. My body responds, I feel everything building, but then… it just plateaus. It fades. No matter how long, how hard, how much I want it. I never quite get there.” Silence stretches. Not uncomfortable. Waiting. He nods once. Slow. “Partners have told you it’s your fault?”

He asks again and I feel the burn in my throat when I try to remain positive. Am I in trouble? Maybe. Where are we heading? Early grave maybe. It may as well be like that. I may as well just let him reject me and let it consume me completely. Let it kill me before I can watch him be with anyone else. "No. No, I'm not in trouble and I'll get out soon I promise" I tell him as I look out back but his quiet curse a few minutes later gets my attention. "What is it?" I ask. "The car behind us. Has been speeding to catch up and then falls slowly behind. Let me slow down and let them pass us before-"

The words burned inside my throat. I wanted to tell her she hadn’t ruined anything. That none of tonight had been her fault. That she hadn’t deserved what almost happened. That I… Damn it! My jaw tightened. I slowly lowered my hand. This wasn’t my place. It couldn’t be. Taking one silent step backward…then another. I turned and walked away. **** 3:07 A.M. Sleep refused to come. I had tried. Twice. Each time I closed my eyes…I saw the same thing.

That day, he drank a couple of glasses of alcohol, then threw himself into work. We never had the luxury of abandoning our beliefs. After that, I never saw Edward again, only glimpses of him on television. He never married. There were always women by his side, but each one resembled me in some way. It was as if he had trapped himself in a dead end. However, perhaps that was his way of living, to wander through life as he pleased. Another ten years passed, and my partner's body finally gave out. I was also hospitalized as well.

He smile without any threat and said, “It is clear now which side are you are on” I smile back at him. Good thing he already knows. “You will never get her,” I told him while looking into his eyes. “Awww. Sweet” He said. “I will never get her but they will,” He added. “Wrath will get you”

He descended from his flight, the wind billowing at his feet as he alighted. He didn’t notice the students who were glaring at him as he walked towards the opening. He was confident that the guidebook would thwart anyone who would question him. He made his way and stretched out an arm before him, but the barrier was still there. "Now, what..?" he said with a frown, pushing at the invisible wall. "I'm gonna be late for sign-ups!" "What seems to be the problem?" asked a man from behind him. "I can't get in!" Dorin answered without looking back.

"Oh, well this is getting interesting." It just takes a few seconds of forcefully clutching at thin air before I understand I am not going to obtain my ID back by force. He is moving his arms so swiftly that it's hard to even touch him. Rolling my eyes in resignation, I lean back and slump against the sofa. "Are you ever planning on giving it back?"

He must know they are there, he gave them to me after all. “If you are going to hold it against him forever you might as well reject him now and be done with it.” My wolf grumbles, more than a little disappointed that he stopped so abruptly. She is right, but a permanent physical reminder of his nature is hard to overlook. I know I need to try, and I am, I’m trying to get over it. The past is the past, let this be the line in the sand.