Never Truly Over Novels & Stories

No words, just the truth between us. “You think it’s really over?” I asked finally. “Maybe not,” he said. “But he won’t touch us again.” I nodded slowly. “I’ll hold you to that.” He smiled. “Good. Someone has to.” I chuckled weakly. “You’re impossible.” “And you love me for it.” “Unfortunately.”

When he says he's going to do something, then he's definitely going to do it. Telling me it's not over yet means it's really not over.

I wondered how he was doing now. I never actually said the words, “it’s over.” Even then, a small piece of me still clung to reason, refusing to let me fall apart completely. I told myself we were just taking space, cooling off. But really, what was the difference between “cooling off” and “it's over”? It all felt the same in the end.

“Are you really going to walk away and start over—just like that?” The sheer simplicity of his words frustrated me. Of course, it wasn’t ‘just like that.’ Nothing about this felt simple. I took a moment before responding, my voice low and soft. “I don’t know if I’ll ever truly start over,” I admitted. “It’s not exactly easy to trust again after something like this. But I’m trying to focus on what matters. On moving forward.” Arthur’s expression twisted briefly, a flash of disbelief before it settled into something heavier. “And Nathan Snowfang—is he part of that? Your... moving forward?”

From an outsider's point of view, w it looked like we were lovers but we weren't! How did this happen! When! How come I can't remember anything! Why can't I? If this Is a Scheme then who set us up? Who? Just then I remembered Angela's words, the words I didn't take seriously, I wish I did. [ A/ N: Am currently listening to Rise up by Andra Day ] << I am wondering how long your guy's friendship will last. >> But why? If she was truly the one what will she gain from it?

Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

He hung up without another word. The silence that followed was thick, pulsing with everything we’d almost done. His forehead dropped back against mine, his voice raw, barely holding. “This isn’t over, Marigold. Not by a long shot.” And Goddess help me, I didn’t want it to be.

"That's grown-up talking!" She patted on my shoulder. She continued and looked curious, "But some days ago... he made a post like...saying that he broke up with you. What about that?" How can I tell her even I don't know the truth too? "Yeah... Unfortunately, before confessing he rejected me." said with pouty lips. Clara suddenly hugged me, "Sorry Sam! Sorry for not being there for you. Are you okay now?" "Yeah. I'm totally fine. And...I wasn't alone. I had help."

I said ignoring the creeping disappointment in my heart " I will keep this one , I'm keeping this one for sure ..No matter what I have to do for this but I'm not gonna break it because we are not over ,you hear me princess , we are not fucking over " I shuddered at the intensity of his voice " you are right we aren't over " I conceded , I caught the fleeting relief in his eyes before I resolutely and determinedly broke that hope that just ignited in his heart , I turned my head and looked at him , holding his gaze " we can't be freaking over when we never started properly in the first place , it was all a bet remember ?" " princess please , just give me one fucking

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.