Nine Syllable Words Novels & Stories

“Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. It’s quite a sight.” I didn’t even look up. “The usual. Split them among the staff.” That was the third time that week. It was obvious Annie was trying to recreate the early days of our relationship. Back then, it was flowers, gifts, and her waiting downstairs for hours just to see me. However, that was then. Now, those same gestures didn’t touch me. They just wore me down. Nurse Lisa hesitated for a moment. “She’s out at the front desk again. She said she has to see you today.”

“In your eyes, I was never truly your fiancée. I was your secretary, your nanny, and your emotional punching bag. Whenever you needed me, you called for me. Whenever you didn’t, you pushed me away. “You could hold another woman in your arms and feed her drinks at parties while completely ignoring me with a fever. You could cancel our wedding because Gianna said her stomach hurt once, yet you could never remember the promises you made to me. “You don’t remember the times I blocked bullets for you, took the blame for you, or endured humiliation for you. The only things you remember are that I was controlling, overly sensitive, and unreasonable. “Eight years together, and you canceled our weddi

I seriously let go of the words. @Death Wish