Rewind: The Love I Left Behind Novels & Stories

Episode 6 "Welcome back home sarah." Her mother urge as they got back from the hospital. She walked wobbly to her room to cried her eyes out. She slumped to the bed sobbing. How could he do this to me after all we shared; the feelings, moments and everything was all for nothing. All his promises, all his love was all deceitful, he promised to wait till I'm ready but he was deceiving me, he played with my feelings, I love him but......

His hands held my waist as we continued to move slowly together to the song we could only faintly hear. His voice was low as he sang softly, “if you ever move on without me, I need to make sure you know, that you are the only one I’ll ever love, yeah, you, if it’s not you, it’s not anyone, looking back on my life, you’re the only good I’ve ever done.” His raspy, angelic voice fell into the night air, it was like a dream.

“Back in like, fourth grade? Yes, I remember. Why?” “And you got up there and sang it. You’d made up your own little song about it. Remember?” Maddie blushed. “I remember. Why are we talking about this?” “Well,” Mason said as he took her in his arms, “we’re talking about this because I’ve loved you since that very moment.” Her eyes went wide. “You have?” “I have. I just never had the courage to act on it, until now.” She tilted her head and looked up at him.

As if trapped in an invisible prison, he remained rooted to the spot as he told me, "Ms. Ingram, you can hate me." The second half of his statement had been too soft, and I'd forgotten it for too long. Now it suddenly thundered in my mind like lightning. He'd said, "But you will eventually return to me." Yes, I had ultimately returned from Westbrook to Northbrook. I was back to face the person I had wanted to escape since my youth. His love was just too intense, too direct, yet too rigid. I now frowned deeply with my lips pressed together, unsure of what to say.

“Hate lasts longer than love. The only thing I want is never to have anything to do with you again, in this life or the next. “If you manage to survive this, don’t ever show up in front of me again, Yaron.” Then, I pulled my dress free from his grasp and walked away without looking back.

I whisper back Everyone claps softly Nothing loud Nothing dramatic Just enough warmth to fill the room without overwhelming it Adrian wraps an arm around me while we step toward the door as husband and wife again but not in the way we once were This time we walk out with peace With understanding With the kind of love that grew from pain but no longer lives inside it The sunlight touches my face The breeze lifts my hair Life feels new Life feels earned Life feels like a second chance I never expected but somehow deserved He leans close to my ear and says the words I never thought I would hear again “Thank you for giving us another beginning” And I whisper back “Thank you for becoming the man

That tiny twitch still echoed in my palm. I leaned down, brushed my lips over her forehead. Her skin was cool, but alive. “I’ll fix this,” I whispered. “All of it. The secrets. The threat. Everything I should’ve told you from the start. Just hold on for me, Winter. I love you. I love you so damn much.” I lingered there, breathing her in, faint frost and something uniquely hers. Then I forced myself to stand. Louis waited by the door. “Ready?” “No.” I exhaled hard. “But let’s go anyway.”

It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake And everything I know tells me that I should walk away But I just want to stay And my friend said "I know you love her, but it's over, mate It doesn't matter, put the phone away It's never easy to walk away, let her go It'll be okay It's gonna hurt for a bit of time So bottoms up, let's forget tonight You'll find another and you'll be just fine Let her go" But nothing heals the past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find But nothing heals the past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find "I know you love her, but it's over, mate It doesn't matter, put the phone away It's never easy to walk a

That quiet, permanent kind of ache that tucks itself beneath your ribs and only stirs when you smell his cologne or pass by the jazz section in a record store. But love wasn’t always a reason to stay. Sometimes, love was just the echo of what could’ve been. And I was tired of living in echoes. I walked back to my laptop, flipped it open, and booked the next flight back to Ohio. Friday morning. Early. I clicked confirm. Then sat back, staring at the ceiling. Maybe this wasn’t the end for us. But if it was… it felt like the softest, kindest kind of goodbye. Not with screaming.

She was switching from channel to channel until she came to this live concert replay of Roxette in Barcelona back in 2001 as if the circumstance was taunting her for some reason. Lay a whisper on my pillow, Leave the winter on the ground, I wake up lonely, there's an air of silence in the bedroom and all around. Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away. It must have been love, but it’s over now. It must have been good, but I lost it somehow. It must have been love, but it’s over now. From the moment we touched, till the time had run out… In the end, Minah switched the TV off. She tossed the remote control and stared at the void instead.