The Love You Gave Me の小説・ストーリー

So, I studied tirelessly, using my pocket money to buy revision books. Eventually, I earned the top spot in my grade. I placed the test report carefully in a gift box and rushed home excitedly. I walked straight to her and presented her with the box. "Mom, I ranked first in my grade. I want to give you a gift!" But all I received was her cold face. "So you were the one who got first place. Did you cheat to push Clarissa down? You little brat, daring to steal Clarissa's spot. I'll teach you a lesson you will never forget!"

Samantha sat in her room and began to speak to herself, "Just wait for me, Kyle. I know you love me so much, and I understand that everything you're doing is out of jealousy. Jordan has told me his plans, and there's nothing for you in them. It's important for me to stay by his side. Once I get enough money from Jordan, I will leave him and come back to you. Then that good-for-nothing hillbilly will go back to where she belongs. I promise you, Kyle, no matter what happens, I will come back to you because you're the one I love, and you're the only one who can love me unconditionally in this world."

Nhat An nodded to show that she understood, but she was secretly happy in her heart. Through the way Nhat My is lazy, she can guess that she will be accepted for about 70% of the job, the remaining 30% will come from whether the other two have any limbs at this large corporation or Nhat My. Did you change your mind at the last minute?

I groaned and tried getting up but his men held me down tightly and I couldn't move. " uh..uh..uh.." Mama gasped, blood gushed out of her mouth, and blood spilled and circulated throughout her body on the ground. I pushed them away and went towards mama, I took her head into my hand, she was still gasping, she took her bloodied hand and touched my face, " I.....l.love....you" then her hand gradually fell to the ground. My eyes were heavy and I felt a boiling pain in my heart, just one blink a river of emotion poured out like acid burning in my heart, I hysterically wailed...

Looking at the line of 4 words suddenly made tears fall from his eyes. Was the first tear in his life shed for her? A girl he did not love or miss, for the past 22 years, he has always rejected? It's absurd… Was it contempt or was it his invisible concern for her? “Farewell to the Robert… Perhaps, I will let go of everything, especially this unending love. Let's just say that I'm greedy for vanity, so I like you, at least you'll be remembered. It has been said that those who truly love will be reciprocated, right?

"Give a little time to me or burn this out, We'll play hide and seek to turn this around. All I want is the taste that your lips allow, My, my, my, my, oh give me love." He sang, and I felt my body shake as he hummed the chorus, and it empowered from deep within his chest. My tears were no longer halted, because I couldn't stop them from pouring in puddles down my cheeks as I took in the lyrics and let them process through my soul. "Give me love like never before." His eyes met mine, and the hidden meaning was forcing itself into me. "'Cause lately I've been craving more. And it's been a while

That made Daniel's bankruptcy a side effect rather than a direct result. Her truth. "And did your truth include the fifty thousand dollars?" I said. Silence. The specific silence that had its own answer inside it. The same silence from the kitchen two nights ago. The loudest thing I had heard in weeks. "Vivienne," I said. "I was trying to—" "I love you," I said. She stopped. "I love you," I said again. "I have loved you my entire life and I will love you after this. That is not the question."

The decorations, the balloons, the tablecloth on the center table, the chairs, even the cake on the table. Slowly I walked in, each step feeling like it weighed twice what it should have. The cake read Happy Birthday, My Love, cut in the middle, one small slice taken out. Standing right in the thick of it, I felt an urge to cry that I couldn't fully explain to myself. How do you explain being jealous of a dead woman? Even gone, she was loved like this. Fiercely. You could see exactly how deep it ran for him, laid out in lavender and cake and a picture too big to look away from.

I looked down, my fingers lightly caressing the slight swell of my tummy as bitterness welled up within me. Indeed, Vincent could use a coupon. Years ago, he had written me 99 love letters in hopes of getting me to date him. When he wrote me the hundredth letter, I was so moved by his dedication that I chose to be with him. On the day we got married, I turned the one hundred love letters he wrote me into one hundred love coupons to repay his dedication. We agreed that as long as the coupons didn't run out, I would unconditionally agree to whatever he asked of me.

I sighed. “I love you,” he blurted. My heart sank. “After five years?” I asked quietly. “That’s the problem, Kath,” he said, frustrated. “I’ve loved you even while I was with Clara. That’s the truth. I never stopped. Even when you rejected me, I still couldn’t let you go. I gave Clara a chance because of you… so I could stay close to your family. A family that was once mine too. Because of you I begged Gary and your mother to give me up. I had plans for us. I still do. If only you’d give me a chance.”