The Love Was There It Didn't Change Anything Novels & Stories

We made love that night. It might have been the time. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't desperate. It was honest. Our skin was against each other. Our heartbeats were against each other. His mouth was on my neck. My fingers were in his hair. Our bond was wide open. There were no secrets. When we finally fell apart he held me tight. "I love you " he whispered. "No matter what happens " he said. "Even if that thing tries to change you " he said.

Loved was in the air and she felt at peace… ***END***

Her voice echoed through the dungeon. The guards glanced inside nervously. Linda took a deep breath and lowered her voice. "My feelings never changed." “Time passes. Feelings change. It’s normal.” “No, it’s not,” she said, walking right up to me. Her eyes burned with something wild and desperate. She stepped close enough that her body heat wrapped around me. Her fingers brushed my chest lightly, tracing the torn fabric of my shirt. “I love you. My feelings never changed. And I know yours didn’t either. You’re just confused. But it’s okay… I can remind you. I swear I can.”

Kieran placed the steak he had cut up in front of me and asked in concern, “Is there anything wrong?” I put down my phone and shook my head indifferently. Kieran hesitated briefly before slowly saying, “Liora, actually, that day I wanted to say…” The snow was falling outside the window when I held his hand. His heart sped up, and he smiled. “Liora, I love you.” “Me too.”

he commanded. Daria’s faced turned pale, but she began to laugh “tricked me, how?”. “Are you telling me that the trips, the dates, the promises, the love, the sex, we’re all fake” she asked faintly. “I never loved you from the start, I just wanted to get what I want and I did” he replied with disgust lacing his words. Daria felt her heart break into pieces, “but we are in love, we promised to be there for each other, what went wrong” she asked her voice beginning to break.

My chest burned, not from the game, but from the fire I’d been holding in for so long. Sophie was right about one thing, Stacey wasn’t coming back. But what she didn’t understand was that love, real love, doesn’t disappear just because it gets rejected. It stays. It settles deep. It becomes part of your bloodstream. I changed in silence, water from the gym shower running in the background like soft static. My phone buzzed in my locker, some text I didn’t feel like answering. Probably one of the guys asking if I was okay after the weird scene.

“I should have known something horrible must have happened for someone to be so…detached.” Her voice cracks and I look up to find another wave of tears flowing down her cheeks. I wipe them up and kiss her jaw. “Everyone has a past, my love. You have your own. I have mine. We can’t change it, so why waste time wallowing? It’s probably a twisted take on life, but maybe that was necessary for us to become what we did, for us to find each other. And I won’t have it any other way. I love you just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

Instead, I listened, allowing the waves of emotion to wash over me. “All I ever wanted was your love. All I ever wanted was the mother that I saw on TV and in school. I wanted that mom so bad. I hated people who had it easy. Why did they get to have that mom? What was so special about them? Hearing this now, it doesn’t make me feel better. It makes me feel so much worse. Because it means you have always been capable of change. I just was not broken enough for you to care. It means that I didn’t try enough. If I had gotten my way that day, if I had made you follow me to get that stupid prize, would things have been different? Would I have gotten your love?”

Love does not knock on a door gently closed. Love does not return simply because it remembers how to. Love waits. Love respects. Love bows. I turn off the television. Not to forget her. To hold her more gently. The quiet settles again but it is different now. Fuller. Alive. Soft around the edges. Some love does not end. Some love just becomes quieter. Not lost. Transformed. I close my eyes, a breath easing out of me. No regret. Only acknowledgment. I speak into the room not to be heard, just to name the truth of it:

Confusion filled me. "Nope. Let me change the 'like'. It should be... I love you, Havie."