Novel & Cerita Nobody Will Ever Believe You

“You could’ve stopped her lies before they even started. You could’ve looked someone—anyone—in the eyes and demanded they see the truth.” I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and humorless. “Oh, sure. That always works so well for people like me. You think they’d listen? To me?” I looked between them, my voice trembling. “No one has ever believed me. Ever. You think just because I say something with a little more conviction, it’s going to change how they look at me? How they treat me?” Kiernan’s jaw clenched. I could see the muscle ticking beneath his skin.

I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again

Get off your high horse. - Oh, don't you dare tell me something I'm already pretty clear about. I don't think I'm nobody, Luna. Lately I'm nobody, I'm nothing. Don't talk about me like I'm a totally empty man. - You are. You try to manage everyone, to tell them what they should feel, when they don't.

The more he talked, the less sweet it tasted — until it just felt bitter. “Their parents stopped caring a long time ago. And people like you? Outsiders? You’ll leave too. Saying nice things now doesn’t mean anything. It’s normal. People break their promises all the time.” William looked down at him. “Then what would it take for you to believe us?” Ryan didn’t answer. It wasn’t really about not believing them. The truth was he was just too scared to. All of them had learned the hard way what it felt like to hope and be disappointed. Over and over again.

“…no one will.” ***

"I won’t trust you anymore..." I whispered, as if to the air, or to my heart, which was dying. "Leonardo, I’ll never believe any of your promises again."

Damian interrupted, impatient and dismissive, "you don't need to tell us." The words that I wanted to say were forced back down as Damian cut me off. I never got to tell them that I didn't know when I would be back after I left. Unimportant, huh? Maybe to them, I really didn't matter anymore.

The realization should have felt strange. Instead, it felt comforting. Dangerously comforting. My eyes drifted closed. Then opened again. Then closed. Then— “Go to bed.” I peeked at him. “No.” “You can barely keep your eyes open.” “I’m fine.” His stare was immediate. Pointed. Unimpressed. I sighed dramatically. “Why does nobody believe me?” “Because you keep saying it before collapsing.” “That happened once.” “Once was enough.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

It's not as cute as you think. I said push him away, Liar. That's right; everyone tells me that I lie a lot. One day you won't find anyone who believes you. You will spend your life like a foolish sheep owner who fell into the mouth of a lie and died after everyone abandoned him. So you died… I said it. I was very annoyed, but I quickly stopped talking, staring at the phone, which suddenly rang!!

Spill it" "My story will bore you. I don't want you to get bored." "I won't." He stated. "Really?" “yes.” "You might not believe it. I don't tell people the fll story because they never believe me." "I believe you. Pinky promise."