Seven Years Together, But Never Forever Novels & Stories

Then he exhaled through his nose and something in his expression shifted into a kind of tired honesty that was worse than any lie he had ever told me. Years, he said. It has been years, Sera. The word landed flat. Years. Like it was simple. Like it was just a fact he had been waiting to say out loud. Celeste said nothing. She was watching me the way people watch something fragile to see if it breaks. I was not going to break. You were never going to mark me, I said. He did not deny it. The council, I started. The council was never the problem, he said. You were never going to be Luna. I need you to understand that. It was never what I intended.

During one of the games, Zoe changed seats and sat beside me, quietly squeezing my hand under the table. I gave her a small reassuring smile. Back then, among all of us, Felix and I had been the first couple to get together. Everyone thought we would also be the first to get married. However, six years had passed, and somehow we were still only boyfriend and girlfriend. … By the time the party ended, most of our friends had already left. Only Felix, Zoe, Lucas, and I stayed behind. Zoe pulled me into a hug and whispered softly into my ear. "Sara, no matter what happens, don't wrong yourself for someone else."

It felt just like five years ago, when Penelope and I had just gotten together and gone on a trip to Redstone Flats. We got lost out there and walked for a full day and night. It was completely silent, not a sound anywhere. Back then, I held Penelope's hand, and she signed that if we died together, it wouldn't be a bad ending for our love. She always told me love should last until death. But now, our love was already dead, and we had finally reached the end. - After I got home, my whole body went limp, and I collapsed onto the bed.

"We've been together for seven years. I remember coming home late one night and finding her asleep on the couch. When she woke up, her hair was a mess. She yawned as she rubbed her eyes and told me she made me soup to sober up. "That look really killed the mood, and I lost my appetite for the hangover soup she made. I suddenly realized that I don't love her anymore. She used to be my goddess, the girl I pursued for two whole years. "But now, that goddess had turned into an ordinary woman who didn't bother to care about herself anymore. But we've been together for seven years. We were classmates. Our lives are too tangled up. Breaking up isn't easy. God, what a nightmare."

He opened his mouth as if to say something but decided against it. During the wedding banquet, Olivia’s husband shared their story: “We had only known each other for three months when I proposed. Many people said it was too rushed, but from the day I met her, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend my life with.” Listening to his words, I couldn’t help but mock myself. Yes, if it’s true love, why would it take seven years? And why would a woman need to propose? I took a sip of wine, trying to suppress the bitterness rising inside me.

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.

Time doesn’t matter. They have forever.

He’s such a liar, f**king a jerk! We’ve known each other for 14 years, we’ve been together for 12 years. I thought I already knew him very well, but I’m wrong. It doesn’t really matter how many years you’ve known each other or how many years you’ve been together with your partners. Because time comes that one of you will fall out of love. Well, I don’t believe in forever... tsk, that’s a cap. The funniest word that I’ve ever heard. There’s no forever in this world. People die, plants die, animals die... even this world will end too.

As husband and wife. Forever.

Her rebellious soul was buried with her grandfather. "You look beautiful, but sad," Sara said, embracing her friend from behind, looking into her empty eyes in the mirror. "I know Esteban is an idiot, but at least you were happy with him." "Sara," Rebecca scolded her friend. While it was true that Mia's vitality had declined in the past two months and that being with her ex-boyfriend had made her happy, it wasn't the right time to say something like that. "It's the truth, and even though everyone wants to deny it, she's unhappy, and this marriage is madness," Sara said, pouting as she moved to the hotel room's couch where Mia was getting ready for her wedding.