Never Truly Over Novels & Stories

"Shut up." "I love him. I love him with all my soul. In contrast, all I feel for you is disgust." In the silence that followed those words, you could almost hear the shattering of Nicolas's heart. The man who had believed in love at first sight on the day he met Mia now felt like a discarded remnant of a man, something less than an insect, crushed under the weight of a woman's ego – a woman who had used him, who did not love him, but whom he loved with all his soul. This love remained undiminished by her contempt.

“What truth is that?” He paused and then looked directly at me. “I think you are actually the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Before you, he was sad in a way. Never taking any girl serious and never totally getting to know anyone long enough to know if that who he wants to be with. He could talk to a million girls and never be this way with any of them. You are a great person. Seriously.” “Still it doesn’t change the fact that his mother hates me and I don’t belong.”

I fight back the tears that so desperately want to be let free. “Well now you have me,” he says with such confidence. Like he has forgotten in a few years I wouldn’t have him. nothing is permanent and I have learned not to have too much faith in people, they can leave whether they want to or not. Happily, ever after is just a theory that books and movies feed to us. In the real world happily ever after doesn’t exist and I have made peace with that. “For now,” I tell him “don’t overthink things,” he says, his voice slightly strained

“The ‘this’ where we drive each other crazy. The ‘this’ where you’re pretending last week didn’t happen. The ‘this’ where we both know exactly what we want.” I stared at him, torn between indignation and the undeniable truth in his words. “Logan, whatever you think ‘this’ is, it’s not happening. It was a mistake. A one-time lapse in judgment. End of story.” “Really?” he asked, tilting his head. “Because you didn’t seem to think it was a mistake at the time.” Logan took another step closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “Stop fighting it,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “We both know how this ends.”

“And then I need you to leave. And never come back.” Liam’s face fell. “What? Kayla, what are you saying? We can fix this. We can get another test. We can find out the truth. I know there’s a mistake. I know it.” “There’s no mistake,” Kayla said, shaking her head. “The results are clear. And even if they weren’t… even if there was a mistake… it doesn’t matter. Because it’s over, Liam. It’s all over.”

How she would tease me by my name and make it up with ice cream. Was that all gone now? Was it ever real? I curled into myself, my body aching, not from the fever but from something deeper. Something broken. Maybe I’d been wrong about everything. Maybe I was the only one still holding on. And as the house settled into a hush and my thoughts swirled in endless loops, only one truth remained: Maybe we were really over. And I never saw it coming.

And this time… It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t warm either. It was something complicated. Something unreadable. And I knew, deep down— This wasn’t over. Not for any of us.

The truth doesn’t shift just because people do. I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. I told her I knew. That part was true. What I didn’t say—what I haven’t said to anyone—is that belief and certainty are not the same thing. And right now, certainty feels like a luxury I can’t afford. I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking softly, and let my head hit the backrest. She didn’t do this.

she said, “finally caught up.” Amber frowned slightly. “And?” “And you didn’t let it break you.” Amber shook her head faintly. “It almost did.” “But it didn’t,” her mother replied. That mattered. Even if it didn’t feel like enough. Amber hesitated. Then, asked the question that had been sitting in her chest since the sky sealed. “Is it over?” Her mother didn’t answer immediately. That told her everything. “No,” she said gently. Amber’s shoulders dropped slightly. “Of course it’s not.”

I'm breathing, but I feel dead. If only feelings had an off switch. If only I could block out the hurtful words, the thoughts, and the feelings. I try to tell myself that it's not true, all the words, all the pain, that it's a chapter and it will pass. But I guess that's a lie; I have been lying to myself. This chapter is not passing. All my life I have been in the same chapter, over and over again; my life is a repeating record; every day is the same.