Never Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

“You want it to be temporary?” “Of course not,” I said without hesitation. From the day I saw Charlotte again, Harvey knew I wanted her back. If anything, he knew before I even saw her again. “I want her back. I’ve wanted her back since the day I realized what a fucking idiot I was.” I just didn’t know how to get her back or if I’d even be able to. She was entertaining me at the moment, but that was because she was on break. What would happen when she was ready to go back? I needed to win her back before next year.

I'm not letting her go, no matter what. And though I didn’t know how long this would take, Didn’t know how stubborn she was willing to be, but one thing was certain, I was getting her back. No matter the cost.

he sadly says "Well that Jane is gone and this is what is left of her. So deal with it"I snap angrily at him but he freaking smiles. "I'll bring her back, you'll see "he closes the door and I sigh. She is never coming back. Coming back means unlocking tragedies and sorrows. Coming back means weakness. That will never happen. She is not coming back. Never. I mindlessly rub my nephew's hair as he falls asleep on my chest. I felt a something hit my skin and I realized I was crying.

Not the rushed departure, but the inevitable return. He was back. Dread, cold and paralyzing, flooded my veins, turning my limbs to lead. It warred violently with a surge of pure, incandescent fury that burned through the numbness, leaving my skin prickling. The humiliation, the abandonment, the echo of “Get out", they coalesced into a white-hot coal in my chest. He. Was. Back. “Naomi…” The whisper was barely audible, strangled. “He’s here.”

He has been waiting for this moment for a whole year now, and it’s not because a lack of searching. He went looking for her on the same night of her family’s incident, but he found no trace of her. She cut her ties to the pack and... to him, too. That makes it extra hard to find her. Round and round of searching, and failure after failure of investigation with no fruit. Disappointment has become normality to him, numbing his heart. Even now he is having trouble believe that she really is back. She is back. He repeats to himself.

I turn my back to him and clamp my hands behind my neck, trying to breathe properly. I should have known. After being gone for years, she came out of nowhere wanting to be back with us, without even giving a fucking explanation of where she’s been and what she’s been doing all those years. And I didn’t even ask. It didn’t matter because I was going to get my family back and I’m pretty sure Dad didn’t question it either. She came back just to steal from us and we accepted her in. Fuck. "James…"

--- Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She didn't move. Didn't look. It buzzed again. And again. She crawled to the table, picked it up. A text from Alexander: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. She didn't respond. Another text. I'll wait. However long it takes. She set the phone down. Lay on the floor. Stared at the ceiling. The ceiling was white, ordinary, the same ceiling she had stared at for years. But everything was different now. She was alone. And she didn't know if she would ever let him back in.

She would no longer have to keep waiting. She would no longer watch another woman live in the home where she believed should have belonged to her. She smiled, convinced that she was winning after all. She picked up her phone again and looked at the picture she had taken with Daniel at the event. Her smile returned. "Almost," she whispered. “I’m almost there.”

“You can always get her back from this second on.” “I know but… I want her to genuinely love me back.” “Do you think she loves you back?” I smiled. “I know she does but she doesn’t realize it. Sooner or later, she will and I’ll get her back.” “You seem so kind-hearted sometimes, sir. Were you always… the devil.”

"Heyy.. I know you don't want to talk to me right now but we need to talk, i miss us and i feel terribly guilty and it keeps me up at night. Can we just talk?" His heart clenched. She sounded so sweet, so delicate, like the girl he knew in high school, so innocent yet alluring and very brilliant. He wanted to call her back and tell her that he missed them too, that it was hard to move on and that he didn't want to even after months, that occasionally he would catch her scent in the air but it never lasted long it would always drift away as soon as it came.