The Day I Choose Myself Novels & Stories

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Landon Freeman, my two childhood friends, Clyde Medina and Mason Rivera, my best friend, Willow Castillo, and I set out on one last road trip through the Northwest. We plan to complete the entire loop together. However, on the third day, one of our vehicles breaks down, leaving us with a four-seater. Without the slightest hesitation, Landon hands me a ticket for a six-hour bus ride. "You don't get carsick, so bear with it for a while. We'll wait for you at the next stop." Willow offers to take my place, but Clyde and Mason immediately stop her. "You just threw up yesterday. Why are you trying to be a hero?" Landon chuckles as he helps unload my luggage.

“I love you. I just want you to know that. I love you so, so much.” I grinned and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you, too.” “I know that I've been a little nervous with the baby coming,” he admitted. “But, it's just that I love you. That you chose me.” I grinned at him. “I choose you,” I said. “Every day, I choose you.”

Dave said as he pulled me into a hug, "Thank you, both of you," I said as I smiled at the man and woman in front of me who have shown me more love and care in two days than my own parents had done for eighteen years. Dime and I got into my truck and headed for the school as we listened to our playlist, "I will run, I will climb, I will soar, I'm undefeated, ooh, Yeah I believe it, ooh, The past is everything we were, Don't make us who we are,

On some occasions, some were won in silence. And I would continue to choose yourself again and again until someone would love me without needing to own you. “I'm such a confused creature” I whispered to myself

Not “Mrs. Wolfe.” Ava Sinclair. She picked it up, heart quiet and loud at once. Sat. Unfolded it. Began to read. “No contracts. No promises. Just a choice.” “I choose you. I choose you without cameras. Without pressure. Without anything owed or expected in return.” “I choose you on the good days. On the days you forget why you started. On the days when silence is the only language you can speak.” “I won’t ask you for forever.” “I’ll ask you for tomorrow. And then, when tomorrow comes, I’ll ask again.”

not once have I ever chosen myself? my own family, my mother has chosen themselves leaving me out in the open, to the wolves. Right now, the boys I have come to think of as my family aren't here as we.. they hate me, they don’t want anything to do with me. this is who I have become, all the things I have done, just so I can belong and fight for what I have believed in… I hope that I will get the same energy to choose myself this time. Because life has taught me that everyone leaves, and only I stay

There’s a difference. I rolled onto my side, smiling to myself. Let them whisper. I knew exactly who I was with. And I was choosing her — every day — whether anyone approved or not.

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*

He stepped closer, so close I could feel his breath against my jaw. “Are you choosing him?” His voice cracked. “Is that what you’re doing?” My throat tightened. My brain scrambled. My heart panicked. Because I had no idea how to answer that. “I’m choosing myself,” I finally whispered. “For once.” Danny nodded slowly, jaw clenching hard enough to tremble. “I get it,” he said quietly. “I deserve that.” He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets again, looking suddenly older, exhausted… almost defeated.

Pain had never stopped me before, and it would not stop me now. “If I cannot be chosen,” I whispered to myself, the words hoarse, almost devouring the sound of my own thoughts, “then I will choose myself.” And the world paused, waiting to see if she would falter, if I would seize the opening that would decide everything.