That Was His Mistake Novels & Stories

He had made mistakes, and he was determined to set things right. There was no more turning back.

“You didn’t push me. We both wanted it–” “We made a mistake,” he says firmly, clearly, each word clipped and exaggerated. “I regret it.”

I scoff after he said that. "I don't think I'm going to make another mistake after you make me realize how important for me to choose my partner wisely. I think the biggest mistake I've ever made is with you and give all my heart for you. I was so stupid back there." I said it all out. I am really mad at him and this scars really deep in my heart and I don't think it will recover just like that.

"I know how this looks right now." I turned around slowly, leaning back against the counter. "Looks?" "Elena—" "No, define that word for me in this context." His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I made mistakes. Terrible mistakes." "Mistakes are forgetting to pick up dry cleaning." "Please, just listen to me—" "Mistakes are buying the wrong brand of milk," I said, my voice remaining perfectly level while his desperation mounted. "Mistakes are not systematically robbing your teenage son to build a baseline for another woman's child."

“ I came to check whether you are okay.” "I'm not," I said honestly. And that will not be solved by talking to you. He took a deep breath , uncertainly examining my face as though there had been something he wanted to say and was afraid to say it. “I was not going to hurt you,” he mumbled. “It was not the brightest step and we went wrong at every step. We made a mistake, I hope you can forgive me.” "That makes it worse," I replied. It is worse that you refer to it as a mistake. Just leave."

Close enough to smell whiskey on his breath. “What we did last night…” I pressed back against the wall. “It was a mistake.” His hand slammed against the wall beside my head. “Don’t.” His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jump. “Don’t you dare call it that.” “What else would I call it?” “It was the realest thing I’ve felt in my entire fucking life.” The words came out harsh. Raw. “So call it wrong, call it destructive, call it whatever you want, but don’t call it a mistake.”

The words of a man who suddenly realized he had made a terrible mistake. "It wasn't supposed to wake up."

“Cade, I just made a huge mistake. Why didn’t you stop me?” His expression shifted, hurt and disbelief flickering at once. He sat up, raking a hand through his hair. “Stop you? You agreed to it. You wanted it. Don’t rewrite it now.” “It was a mistake,” I said too fast and harshly. His voice rose, low but shaking. “A mistake? You’re calling the night we shared a mistake, Mira?”

“Just forget about us Jared! FORGET ABOUT THE FUCKING NIGHT!” “YOU MARKED ME! You… you said I was yours, and I MARKED YOU.“ He looked away, then muttered, “it was a mistake.” It was a mistake. It was a mistake. He is saying you are a mistake. That, I am a mistake. “Hmm.” I nod my head slowly, sitting down on my bed once more.

I really didn't think too much about it, assuming that he was off somewhere with work or something. I came into the living room and saw it for the first time,bhis second phone. It lay on the couch, just sitting there. I knew it was his, because I'd seen him use it before. He always kept it hidden, but there it was, like he forgot it. I thought this would be a good chance to call my best friend Sophia and tell her I was back. After all, we had said that we would catch up once I was back.