Novel & Cerita Tell You Once Tell You Twice

"So what if I seduced other guys? Do you think you're so rich? You were also trying to trick a woman into giving you her money, but you failed! "You're useless! At least I managed to fool you into giving me your money, dumbass! Why should I waste my life on a rotten guy like you, huh?"

That is when I noticed that my face was already wet because of the tears flowing through my eyes. “Oh shit!” He wiped my tears using his fingers. “Please, Milan…” I shook my head. “I am sorry, Enver.” I thought I was ready for this. “I will be honest with you right now…” I said. “I still love you. But I have learned my lesson and I will not risk my heart again.” I took my hands away from him. “I can only let you stay in my life. That is all you can get from me. There will be no more than that.”

I motioned around the room, “This will be the last time you interfere in our lives. You hear me? The very last time, keep that in mind.”

Trust. They say you can only trust a person once. It’s like a sheet of paper—once it’s crumpled, it’ll never be the same again. Like shattered glass, no matter how hard you try to piece it back together, it’s never whole. That’s how fragile trust is—one mistake and it’s gone. You can choose to trust someone again, sure. But the fear of betrayal? It lingers. Even if you give someone a second chance, it’s never with your whole heart.

Why bother another chance when they can't prove first time only? It's just a waste of time. Time is so precious, we shouldn't be wasting on second chances. Should we? “ Hey Leo...” i heard a familiar voice calling me. I clenched my fists not to punch the shit out of him. “ What the fuck is wrong with you Amir...? Should i remind you of the rules...? If i hear you again saying that name.... I'll load bullets in your skull!!” i said gritting my teeths maliciously.

He understood why. Not because I doubted what he had told me the first time. Because repetition in this context was a different kind of listening. The first telling was for the receiving of information. The second was for the verification of it. Watching his face the second time through something he had already said once told you things the first time couldn't because the first time carried the weight of the initial delivery and the second time was just the truth standing alone. He told me. .... Same as before.

“How can you be so sure? What if he told you that he was in love with you? What will you do?” “Nothing. I will never let myself to fall in love with someone like him, even if he told me he liked. I will never fall for him twice.” I said in a cold voice.

"Alright am so sorry, for shouting at you but I think that you will need to try again" "Just test this last chance again okay? Are we clear...?"

Like the first time. I approach. My bare feet on the cold stone. My heart beating too hard, too fast. My mouth dry. "Do you remember what I told you the first time?" he asks. "Yes." "Say it." "'You can say the word. At any moment. That is the only rule. The only limit.'"

"I believe that. I need to also tell you that the second time costs more than the first." "I know," Ernest said. "Not because it changes my view of you or of what we have," Don said. "But because the second time — in the same specific register — tells me that the first time's acknowledgment was not sufficient to prevent the second. Which means the pattern is more deeply set than I had understood." He paused. "And I need to know: what is different this time? What makes the third time less likely?" Ernest looked at him steadily. "The answer I want to give you," he said, "is that I will try harder. I know that is not the right answer."