Novel & Cerita Stop Lying To Me

“How’d you stop?” He smiles faintly, tired and sad. “I didn’t. Not right away. I just… got tired of pretending. One night I told my friend Ryan. He said, ‘Cool. Pass the chips.’ And I realized I’d been torturing myself for nothing.” Seth shrugs. “Not everyone’s like Ryan. But someone was. And it helped.” The silence between us stretches, but it isn’t sharp anymore. It’s soft, almost heavy in a different way. I slide my legs over the edge of my bed. “I don’t want to feel like this,” I say. My voice is quiet, raw. “I don’t want to lie to you. Or anyone. But I don’t know how to stop.”

From that day onward, there was nothing between us. "I don't believe you. If that was how you felt, why didn't you tell me?." "Oh, I told you aright, but you refused to acknowledge it. How was that my concern.You remember the night I reminded you of my words to you before we started dating? remember when I reminded you that "I WILL LEAVE WHEN YOU STOP LOVING ME?" Well,that's exactly what I did. I left you in your relationship with Luna. I stopped interfering in your matters. Even when I saw the two of you making out in the seating room, it didn't bother me, I just made a sound to make you aware of my presence , to help you compose yourselves before o walked in."

“Don’t even try to avoid it or lie again this time.” “Sierra,” I try to explain. I don’t want her getting worked up. I need her to calmly listen to me. “I didn’t—” “Stop,” she held out a finger to stop my words from coming out. “Before you say anything else—lie about anything else— you should know I’m not a fool. I’m not dumb and I’ve had more than enough from both of you. I do not appreciate you two lying in my face so this is your last chance. Answer me truthfully or I promise I would never ask you again.”

Since my lies couldn’t get rid of him, perhaps the truth would. “Maybe you’re right; maybe I lied and I don’t know him, but guess what?” I hiccuped, paused, and then continued. “I never asked you to talk to me, so I’d advise you to stop now.” He scoffed: “Yes, sure, I’d stop. I don’t want to be anywhere near a loser like you, anyway.”

Like a performance. I wanted to pull away. But my mother was watching. Smiling. So I stayed still. When he pulled back, my head felt light, my thoughts scattered. “There,” he said quietly, his eyes locked on mine. “Better?” --- Later, after my mother had gone to rest and Rowan stepped away to take a call, I found him in the hallway. “We need to stop this,” I said quietly, but firmly. “The pretending. The lies. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you just… gave up.” “That’s not what happened.” “Then what did?” she demanded. The tension around us started creeping back in. I exhaled slowly. “I stopped lying,” I said. “That’s what happened.” Her expression faltered, just for a second. “You think being with me would’ve been fair?” I continued, my voice quieter now, but steady. “When I knew, deep down, that I wasn’t all in?” SElla looked at me like she was searching for something to argue with or hold onto.

I ѕtіll want tо ѕаvе April, аnd for thаt rеаѕоn, I nееd tо knоw thе truth. Whісhеvеr way I look аt the ѕіtuаtіоn, іt’ѕ thе ѕаmе. He’s lying to mе. There’s nоthіng I саn dо tо mаkе him stop.

Luke: I never stopped you from asking for more. I stared at that sentence for a long time. Then I typed. You just made sure I felt selfish every time I did. That one landed. I knew it did because the dots stayed gone longer than usual. Finally: Luke: You’ve changed. I almost thanked him. Yes, I typed. That’s the point. Another pause. Luke: So that’s it? You’re just… done? I swallowed. I’ve been done. I just finally stopped pretending I wasn’t. I locked my phone before he could respond, my hands trembling slightly as I slid it into my bag.

"Evidence. Proof that you're lying. He told me if I don't find something soon, he'll stop trusting me. He'll stop using me." "And?" "And I'm calling to ask you—should I continue? Or should I let it go?" The silence on the other end stretched. He could picture her face, the way her eyes narrowed, the way her lips pressed together. "You can't quit now," she said finally. "Not when we're so close." "That's what I thought." Mathieu leaned back in his seat. "So I have something to give him. Something to keep him busy while we move forward." "Something? Or nothing?"

"So tired." Kelvin doesn't move, doesn't interrupt, doesn't breathe. "I can't keep lying to everybody." Tears blur my vision. "Dad." "Austin. Myself." The words keep coming because once they start, I can't stop them. "I can't keep pretending this is nothing." My voice cracks again, worse this time. "I can't keep pretending we're just talking." Another step closer and suddenly there's nowhere left to hide because there are no lies or excuses left, only truth.