The Things We Cannot Say Novels & Stories

"Then tell me. Tell me everything. Stop giving me pieces and make me understand the whole of it." Kael closed his eyes briefly, as though gathering strength for something difficult. "There are things I cannot tell you yet. Not because I don't trust you, but because the telling itself is dangerous. Some truths, once spoken, cannot be unspoken. And I have learned, through great cost, that timing matters more than you could know."

Filled one with water. Then held it out to him. He looked at it for a second before taking it. “Thanks.” He only drank half before setting it down. “I suck at this.” “At what?” “Talking.” “I noticed.” That earned the tiniest smile. It barely lasted a second. “I don’t even know where I’d start.” “You don’t have to.” He frowned. “What do you mean?” “You don’t always have to explain everything.” I leaned against the counter beside him. “Sometimes people don’t need answers.”

"What happened? You screamed. You know, you can tell me anything." I looked at him directly and tried to speak. I tried to open my mouth so I could tell him what I had just seen, but for some reason, I could not do it. I could not believe that I could not tell him what I had just seen. Why was I not able to tell him my vision? I could not even mention the fact that I had a vision! "I can't," I said suddenly, full of fear, as I could not speak about it. "You cannot what, my love?" He asked me suddenly.

The thought provided less comfort than it used to. Because I understood, standing in this room, that there is a considerable distance between not illegal and not damaging. There are things that exist entirely in that space between - things that cannot put you in handcuffs but can cost you everything else. Reputation. Credibility. The story you have spent years telling about yourself to everyone who knows you.

"I don't think I can do this anymore." "Please. Just give me a chance to fix it." "How? How do you even start fixing something like this?" "I don't know yet. But I'll figure it out, whatever it takes, if you just let me try." "You can't undo what he showed me. You can't undo what you said." "I know that." His voice cracks slightly. "I know I can't erase it. But I can spend every single day after this proving it doesn't define us." "Kill—"

My eyelids glided open and tried to read all that was written in his. I breathed out and shook my head, "We can't." Two words, that I knew he understood. Because he too shook his head and whispered, "We can't." We can't. We just can't start this. Because if we start it, it will end someday and neither of us will be ready to lose the other. We can't. Because there is so much at risk here. We can't. The timing isn't right. We're young. We're reckless. We would reck this too.

Just what if? No. I'm not risking it. Some things are better left unsaid. And this truth of mine is one of them.

Because sometimes, the things you hate most are the ones you can’t forget. And I wasn’t ready to see what that “something else” would do to me.

“She is. She is helping me adjust to the pack and overcome my problems. But I told her that I don’t want to bring up anything about what happened to me at the old pack. She agreed to respect my decision” “But isn’t it better if you open up to someone instead of battling this by yourself? Maybe if you talk about it, it will stop haunting your dreams” She looked at me for a while considering what I said. She sighed and said in defeat “I can’t talk about it with anyone, because it simply cannot be talked about. There aren’t… enough words that can even begin to express what happened back there”

“Stop messing with me, you know what I mean!” “Camilla is fine, thanks to you. I thought that I will lose her for sure.” I said, having had enough fun at seeing his face alternate between several shades of color. “Impossible. That can never happen!” he said, looking like he was about to go crazy. “What is impossible?” “Those people… those people said that once you have been exposed, there is nothing that can be done! how is this possible?” “I don’t have time to discuss with you all these. We have to leave!” I spoke. So, what if they said, it is not like they are God, and it is not like they are the only smart people in this whole world.