Quotes I Can't Do This Anymore Novels & Stories

“Just give me a second chance.” Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in and breathe out. Connor repeated the words in his head to try and tame his temper. His right hand clenched around his phone while he opened and closed his left hand with anger. “I will give you a second chance when it’s a cold day in hell. You cheated on me with only God knows who, and you gave me a fucking STD. You had better be glad it was curable, or else I swear to God, I would have cut off your dick and shoved it so far down your throat you would have shit it out a week later.”

"Natalie, I'm giving you back the umbrella from when we were 18." I glanced at it. The umbrella looked brand new. My name was engraved on the handle. But the rain from when I was 18 had soaked me through long ago. I didn't take it. Instead, I said, "Gabriel, an umbrella that arrives too late can't keep out the rain from years ago." His hand froze in midair. With reddened eyes, Hunter looked at me. "What about me? What am I supposed to do, Natalie?" I was silent for a moment. Then, I answered softly, "What happens to either of you has nothing to do with me anymore."

"Give me one more chance, just one. I can't live without you." I forcefully pried his hand open and walked out of the coffee shop without looking back.

I knew so well that I can't continue like this, I need peace I can't continue this way. S

Deep emotions stir with no other outlet but through my long-lasting sobs. "Mama... mama!" I hid my face behind my hands, which were trembling. "I can't do it any longer. I miss you so badly that my heart is about to burst." It's as though I'll die if I'm not with them. Mama was right. This was a bad idea. I convinced myself that I could do it, but the fact was that I couldn't. I am powerless to help Papa... I can't get him out of jail. I'm just fooling myself.

I responded with a quiet hum, though my mind drifted to what he had said earlier that day, "If there's nothing wrong, go back. Don't waste medical resources." So long as it was about Rita, everything—everything—became different. Maybe my heart really had died a little. I didn't even have the strength to argue anymore. Lowering my gaze, I lifted the bowl again. Just as I was about to drink, Quentin suddenly spoke.

"Whether it’s ten years or twenty years. If you ever get tired, come back. If you ever get hurt, come back. But if you never come back… if you end up marrying someone else—just don’t tell me. "Because I might not be able to stop myself from slashing your wedding car’s axles. And if that ruins your big day, I’d probably feel bad about it." … "Anyone can say pretty words." I hugged my knees, the night breeze lifting strands of my hair, carrying with it a scent I couldn’t quite place—something soft and tangled in the passage of time. "Yeah, but I love you. "I could turn my back on everyone in the world, but I would never turn my back on you.

She didn’t notice him coming, and when he got closer, he heard her sing to herself, his own words suddenly oh so fitting. Break free from the life I’ve lived Something’s gotta give Before I take Another breath again I cannot take this anymore I will not accept anymore.

Can’t I? I don’t have any other options anymore, Oh God… If I can’t have him by my side, I’d rather die… It’s impossible I go on with my life with all these pain, misery, sadness, gloom, and nay darkness without Erito by my side. I’d rather die than see Erito together with that lucky boy whom he really likes and loves. I’d rather die… I don’t wanna live forever like this, with all these pain, misery and suffering. I don’t want it… I don’t want it...

I hope that this will be enough to shake her off, to get her out the door so I can fucking breathe, but she's sitting so quietly, staring down at her bump like she just discovered it was there. The aroma of brewing coffee fills the air, and I find myself longing for a sip of hot cocoa from the cafe nearby. Surely you didn't think I'd be longing for Cara's coffee, did you? “You can't quit, Nina.” I blink, telling myself that I heard her wrong. “I'm sorry…can you repeat that?” “I said,” her words slow on her crimson lips, “you cannot quit. At least not yet.” I laugh because that's all I can do, but her smile doesn't even meet her eyes, wiping the chuckle right off my face.