The Thought Of You Novels & Stories

Count back, and it landed exactly on the night Richard fired her in front of everyone. I shut off the phone and went to the window. Outside, the rain came down in gray bandages, wrapping all of Manhattan. This life, I wasn't going to just walk away like I did the last one. Richard's act was too convincing and the wound too deep, and I was going to make him pay. Rage burned off every tear I had, and a plan for revenge slowly took shape. I sent Charlotte a digital wedding invitation, with a note. "Don't you want to come hear the vows Richard makes to me?"

"This is your home, and I'm here for you. No one can take any of this away." I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. Finally, there were no nightmares and no jolting awake in the dark.

She told herself it was because she wanted to stay alert, but in truth, it was because her thoughts kept circling back to him. Lance. She sighed softly, rubbing her thumb across the rim of the menu on her table. The waiter had already come twice, asking if she was ready to order, and she had brushed him off both times. Now, she forced herself to settle on something simple—spaghetti and meatballs. A comfort dish, one that would at least ground her while she waited. Patience. That was all she had to exercise now. Her mind drifted back to the conversation she had with Lance the night before, replaying it the way one replays a song, listening for a different undertone each time.

ABIGAIL I sighed for the nth time, listening to my two friends boasting and blabbering about their boyfriends. How hot, and how a good kisser, sweet, loving, and a lot more. I cringe and twitch my lips, rolling my eyes in annoyance. Every day, these things I heard from my friends made me gag in disgust, especially when they talked about how their boyfriends stuck their tongues in their throats. Ewww!!!! Yuck!!!!

"For you my love. Happy anniversary." THE END.

That's what she thought. ***

And this heart of mine, my love. It beats for you. I love you Gabriel Thornton-Johnson."

I haven't showered properly in days and I feel awful and dirty, but I decided to skip it today too. I feel exhausted and all my muscles are burning. I threw my backpack off the bed and lay on it. I didn't feel like sleeping, so I took my phone and went down on TikTok to watch different kinds of funny videos, but my mind couldn't think of anything else but him. Why did I hug him? Why did I let him see my scars? Why didn't I push him and run for the hills as soon as I saw his face? I don't want him involved in my miserable life. I don't want him to get hurt because I couldn't stay away from him.

Fiona turns off the lights, lies on the sofa, heads towards the master bedroom, obviously very tired, tired to the point of yawning continuously, eyes stinging and watering, but closing my eyes in my head, I still don't stop thinking, extremely awake . If someone has the intention to destroy themselves, it is absolutely impossible to disappear in an instant. The feeling of falling from the clouds is definitely not pleasant, let alone someone who used to be so arrogant. Hand Fiona unconsciously touching the collarbone, what will a person who does not want to live anymore think? Failed to die once, will there be a second time? Will. This answer Fiona very sure. ***** Paul Henry lying on the be

His eyes couldn't leave mine. Cause my heart start beating triple times With thoughts of lovin' you on my mind But I can’t figure out just so what to do When the cause and cure was you There's something in the depths of his eyes; I couldn't name it. No matter how much I try to get rid of him in my mind, he's still there. The idea of him always haunting me. He's the only guy who made me feel this. The guy whom I never thought that could make my emotions tangled like a thread.