She Threw Me Away—now She Begs Mga Nobela at Kwento

she says and turns her eyes to look away from me. That particular sentence strikes me hard. A cold, hollow ache settled in my stomach. Is she seriously abandoning me right now? I think to myself.

she sniffled “You are the only one that understands me please come over please” she begged, I went silent for a minute debating everything “I would be there soon” I let out a tired sigh

“Do not do this.” My jaw hardened. “You chose your path,” I said. “Please!” she sobbed. “Don't throw me away!” “Take her,” I ordered. The guards began leading her down the corridor. She continued pleading. Calling my name and begging. But I didn't turn, I refused to. I stood there until her voice faded into nothing.

“He was abandoned… just like my parents abandoned me.” Her words hit me like a punch to the chest. I still didn’t say anything. I didn’t try to tell her everything would be okay. I just stayed beside her and let her speak. “Maybe… maybe his family found someone or something they loved more.” Her eyes filled with tears. One slipped down her cheek, leaving a clean line through the dust on her face. “So they threw him away.” She swallowed, trying to hold herself together, but it didn’t work. Her shoulders started shaking.

“You watched me die. Again.” He stepped closer. “Let me make this right.” She finally turned, her eyes like frost. “I’m not asking for your help anymore. I’m taking everything back myself.” And she walked away. Not toward the future—but toward war.

– That was all I could say. She looked at me, opened her mouth to say something else, but I turned and went towards my house. I needed to get away from her before I fell apart, before I threw myself on the floor begging her to stay. If begging would make her change her mind, I would even beg, but I knew that begging would only make me feel more rejected and humiliated; I had already been begging for a long time. She had already decided, I no longer fit into her life.

Her entire demeanour shifted as she began trembling. "Please, forgive me! I'll talk! I'll talk!" She begged, her voice desperate, her earlier confidence shattered. But it was too late. She had pushed me too far, and her pleas fell on deaf ears. Ben grabbed her arm firmly, dragging her toward the door without a second thought, showing her no mercy.

“Then she’s as good as dead already.” “Don’t say that. Don’t.” Their voices faded as they hurried away, but the words clung to me. As good as dead. My chest tightened. The slow toxin still threaded through my veins, pale fingers of weakness pulling me under inch by inch. And now bruises layered over it, raw reminders of how little strength I had left. Not dead. Not yet. But they wanted me gone. I stared at the stack of papers still on the table, the ink drying where his hand had pressed down with such calm certainty. Divorce. Erasure.

She said and started walking. "Look at me," I said, grabbing her arm to make her look at me. "! No!!!, I just want to leave," she yelled, trying to avoid me. "Please let me pass" were her pleading words; I knew she was falling apart, that's why she wanted to get away from me so she wouldn't fall into temptation again. "And where will you go, if as you say this," I said, looking around us, " it's a dream," I said, unable to hide the smile on my face.

Chapter Thirty—Stay Away *ASHER* “Stay away!!” She cried out, running down the street, “Stay away from me!!” “Aurora please—“ I begged, running after her, “Please wait and listen to me goddamnit!” Gosh she was stubborn.