Novel & Cerita The 99th Time He Gave Up On Me

Too proud. And now she was doing the same to me. Karma's a bitch. I lay back on the couch. Closed my eyes. Tomorrow I'd try again. And the day after that. And the day after that. However long it took. Because giving up wasn't an option. Even if she already had. My phone buzzed. I grabbed it so fast I almost dropped it. Text from Mike. *How'd it go?* I stared at the message. Typed back: *It didn't.*

“You are so silly. You're such a fool, you keep torturing yourself over a man, are you sure you're going to give up André just like that?” I had told Alan about my recent experience. It was like finding a shoulder to cry on. I thought about it for a moment and said. “Is it really that easy to give up a 9-year obsession, just like that? Alan, Compared to a 9 year obsession, seeing the wrong bad person is even scarier. Now, I have nothing left.” Even that little, simple love I had is gone. “Are you kidding? You have me.” I turned to look at him with a toothy look when I heard that.

be cried and I looked at the phone to make sure that this was the man I knew that I was talking to. I have never heard or seen Norman cry. Ever. None of that. Not having it. I was gonna cheer him the fuck up. "Then get back here and hug me already, you goofy idiot," I laughed, and his mournful voice fell silent in an instant. "So what if we had a few hiccups before? There's always tomorrow and the day after and the day after! We have plenty of time to make mistakes and fail each other, but the fact is that I'm never gonna give up on you! You already know that so come to me.

“You didn't give me a chance to fix things. I've been sending texts for weeks now. I'm sorry, Vee, please, forgive—” “I gave you years.” I replied, “I haven't shown you loyalty and all you could give me when you no longer needed me was what? Humiliation! I haven't you patience when you gave me betrayal and now you want me to try again? You must think I am a fool.” *I made a mistake he said, voice breaking. “But that shouldn't define me as a person. You know how much I loved you, Vee. You know how much I loved you, don't forget—”

However, the truth got twisted, and Mandy took my place as his savior. No wonder he hated me so much when Mandy died in the past. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” It was a fact that he kicked my life-saving medication away, and he ignored me for ten years. To serenade Mandy, William asked the bar manager for a guitar and sang her a love song in front of everyone. When his gaze landed on me, he paused for a moment before ignoring me. He was singing the song that he had written for me when I was eighteen. “Jade, I hope we’ll always be this happy together. I hope to sing this song for you for all of your future birthdays.”

CHAPTER 5 nadir "Let go of me" I mutter in between words almost choking as I'm unable to breathe, "Fine I would only if you give in first, surrender" he says causing me to choke harder as he tightened his grip around my neck, "I su…" I look to my father cutting my words short, I can't disappoint him, he has done way too much for me besides I have been working my ass off each night for the past four months giving up on everything would not help me in any way,

The moment she read the first sentence, she burst into tears. "Dear 11, I'm really sorry for leaving without saying a word. I just didn't want to see you sad. I'm going overseas to treat my eyes. Hopefully, I'll be back after a month. I hope you'll overcome your demons inside soon. This is my address and telephone number. I hope to see you again one day. "Yours, 99." Only now did Evelyn realize that 99 hadn't abandoned her. He had left her a letter, but she never received it.

I nodded and agreed. On the last piece of paper, my handwriting was so messy that it was hardly legible. It was as if I'd used up the last of my strength to write it down. "The system told me I'd failed to win Quinn's heart. I have three days left, but that's fine. I can finally stop trying." Quinn's hands shook violently. The papers slipped from between his fingers and scattered all over the floor. It turned out I'd made 99 attempts. Every time, I started off filled with hope. And every time, he personally squashed out that hope.

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."