The Love I Threw Away Novel Novels & Stories

How can she love such a broken man like him? After all he put her through. I have always been there for her , I have always loved her!. I treated her right , I never for once lied to her ... So why! , Why can’t she return the love I have for her? Why does my love have to be unrequited?. I sighed in frustration and ran my hands through my hair. Then I noticed I was still holding the rings in my hands. There was no use in keeping this anymore . I threw it away and turned around to leave.

He made it seem like he never loved me, like I was just a passing distraction, something to use and discard when he was done. My hands clenched into fists, trembling as I remembered the way he threw me into the ocean, without hesitation, without remorse. His cold eyes stared down at me as if all these years, he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to finally end me. And he did. Because the day he threw me into that river, something inside me died. Love died. Hope died. Care died. Trust died. All that remained now was pure, burning hatred.

“So you decided to invade my life because you couldn’t stand seeing me happy?” Nonye flinched. “No, I came because I couldn’t breathe knowing I had destroyed the best thing I ever had. I came because I still love you, Chi.” The words landed like fire on dry grass. Chi wanted to laugh, to scream, to run. Instead, she sat frozen. The ache in her chest betrayed her, the echo of years when Nonye’s love had been her universe. “You don’t get to walk in here after years and throw ‘I still love you’ at me like it’s a gift,” Chi said. Her voice was low, steady. “Love is showing up. Love is staying. You didn’t stay.”

I also hold my eyes "Yeah, your eyes are swollen," she said, smiling triumphantly while I looked down sadly. "This," I said, handing her the money. I hurriedly grabbed my book parcel. "You can't lie to me," shouted the woman who kept the cashier, forcing me to run too quickly getaway ******* "Hiuffff," I threw my body roughly onto the mattress. Grabbing the book I bought earlier. For a moment, my heart trembled to read the title of the book. have I reached this stage? this pain is my unrequited love

I thought it meant something, and I regretted giving it to her. I groaned and walked up to her. I grabbed her hand and yanked the ring off her finger. I threw it on the ground and took off mine as well. I tossed it next to hers and said, “We are done, you need to get it into that thick skull of yours. I don’t love you anymore, you took my love and threw it back in my face. You don’t deserve me or this ring, you don’t deserve anything.”

“Because you were thrown away. And I don’t like waste.” Whatever that means, I don't care, I just have to get away from this nasty people. The door closed. I looked back at the jail. At the man I once loved. The man who just let me go. He didn't come after me. He didn't fight for me. But this other guy, this stranger… he did. And maybe, just maybe that was enough. For now

"It happened again... and again. Every time, he made sure I got rid of it. Said if I ever kept one, he would kill me. I believed him." I couldn't hide the tears in my own eyes now. I leaned forward slightly. "Damn! Look Ivy, I am so, so sorry. No one deserves to go through that." Her lips trembled. "Five days ago... he came into my room again. I just couldn't take it anymore. I knew if I didn't leave, I would lose myself. So I packed a few things, took the little money I had, and got on a bus. I didn't even know where I was going. Just knew I had to get away. That was how I found myself in Chicago and...people told me about you."

“Is that why you’re setting him up? Is that why you are making his life a living hell? Is that what you call love, Lena?” Instantly, all forms of amusement vanish from her eyes. “He threw my love away for that piece of trash. He deserves everything that’s happening to him and worse,” she spits bitterly. “But then again, it doesn’t hurt that much, because I never wanted his love in the first place; all I cared about was what belonged to me.”

" Soren stood there stunned, grief flickering in his eyes. "I… I made a new photo album," he suddenly said, pulling one out from his coat. "I recreated the one you burned. Every single photo in here holds our memories. Are you really going to throw all of this away?" My gaze fell on the album, but I felt nothing at all. Once, I had poured so much love into that album. But now, to me, it was just a pile of useless paper. I took the album—and without hesitation, I turned and threw it into the trash.

Heel click. When I was close enough to see the tears in his eyes, I stopped. "You loved me?" I whispered. "More than anything." "Then why did you throw me away?" He opened his mouth. Nothing came out. I leaned in, my lips almost touching his ear. "Because you don't love me, Julian. You loved owning me. And now you can't. So this—" I gestured between us. "—this isn't love. It's tantrums." I stepped back.