The One Thing You Can't Replace Novels & Stories

Alan looked at me. "It won't," he said. "You can't know that," I said. "No," he said. "But I know that even if it changes — even when it changes, because things do — it won't go back to nothing. It can't. There are too many of us now." He gestured toward the room. "You built too many connections. Too many people choosing each other." He paused. "That's not fragile, Julia. That's the most durable thing I've ever seen."

"Whether it’s ten years or twenty years. If you ever get tired, come back. If you ever get hurt, come back. But if you never come back… if you end up marrying someone else—just don’t tell me. "Because I might not be able to stop myself from slashing your wedding car’s axles. And if that ruins your big day, I’d probably feel bad about it." … "Anyone can say pretty words." I hugged my knees, the night breeze lifting strands of my hair, carrying with it a scent I couldn’t quite place—something soft and tangled in the passage of time. "Yeah, but I love you. "I could turn my back on everyone in the world, but I would never turn my back on you.

That was a close one but I can't keep pushing my lu ck cause sooner or later, I might run out of them and it won't be good.

Something I can't explain. Something I wish would never go away.

“Sure, Hunter. What’s on your mind?” He stepped forward, hands in his pockets but tension radiating off him like heat from asphalt. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what this is about.” I didn’t respond. I just raised a brow and waited. “You think I don’t notice?” he snapped. “You think I’m just going to sit back and watch while you—what? Try to replace me?” Now that… that made me laugh. “Replace you?” I echoed. “Liam, no one could replace you. You’re unforgettable. Just ask Zara.”

Amelia: What? Lucy: Gone. Amelia: You're impossible. Lucy: He's absolutely smitten. Amelia: Don't say that. Lucy: Why? Amelia: Because what if he isn't? Lucy: Then I'm deleting my dating qualification. Amelia: Since when did you have one? Lucy: Since this conversation. Amelia: Very official. Lucy: Framed certificate and everything. Amelia: Thank you. Lucy: For? Amelia: Making me smile.

If that were all, maybe I wouldn't have gone so crazy trying to find someone to replace him. What really killed me was this: an hour before he died, we'd had a fight. It was a stupid argument about where to go on vacation after our finals. That was it. A tiny, meaningless fight—and it became the biggest regret of my life. I'd stormed off and gone home, sulking. Sam looked for me everywhere, couldn't find me, and then ran into that child in the river. Right up until the moment he jumped in, he kept calling me. I never picked up. I was being stubborn—waiting for him to call just one more time. One more call, and I would've answered. But I never got that call.

They’d forgotten something important. You can’t destroy what was built with love — especially not ours.

Don't be a prisoner of things that you cannot change. But most of all, remember there are three things you cannot recover in life. The moment after it is missed. The word after it is said. And the time after it is wasted. The only thing I know more stubborn than this clot on your brain is you; it is one of your best qualities and your secret weapon. Now you fight, do you understand me! …Tyler POV… Jenna says to fight. They say to have patience. I am trying.

But now that he's dead, what's standing in my way? Absolutely nothing. She's mine. While I can always replace everything I lost, I'll never be able to find another woman who drives me crazy the way she does. It's too late for me. She's already in my system and even if they replaced every drop of blood in my body, she still wouldn't leave. "No, this is a funeral" "And?" "And... And..." She tries to come up with an excuse but fails.