The Words I Wish I Said Book Pages นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I wish I соuld tаkе bасk my stupid dесіѕіоn tо believe Nеоn bасk then. I wіѕh that decision dіdn’t аffесt Carrie the way іt dіd. And I wіѕh lоgіс hаd рrеvаіlеd, but іt dіdn’t. At lеаѕt I саn іmрrоvе frоm this point fоrwаrd. I nееd a сhаnсе; one tiny ѕhоt аt saving thе woman I lоvе.

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

The words came slowly this time. Carefully. “I wish my parents were still alive…” My voice broke completely now. “I wish everything was different…” If they were here… If life had been kinder… If there wasn’t always something breaking apart… Would I still be here? Would I still be like this? Alone. Surrounded by people… But completely alone. “I wish they just lived happily…” I added softly. “And I wasn’t part of all this…” The tears didn’t stop. They couldn’t. Because for the first time in a long time…

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

LEXI “I just wish you hadn’t left. All of this could have been avoided.” He said and I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping at his words. “So it’s my fault? Can I also say I wish you didn't walk out on me? That I wish you answered my messages and my calls?” I retorted right away. At this point, my eyes should be watering, but I was tired of crying about the past already. “And don’t tell me you never received them because I called you for hours after you stormed out of my apartment. Your phone was open, but you decided to just let it ring.”

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

I showed her my journal, the way I catalogued every interaction, every glance, every word, because it was the only place I had to say any of it out loud. I couldn’t tell him, and I couldn’t tell anyone else, so the journal became the only place I could admit what he meant to me. I wrote down everything, not just what happened but how it felt, what I wished he’d said, what I wished I’d said back. I told her how I kept hoping he’d say something, do something, make it real. And how every time he didn’t, it hurt more, because I had all those hopes spelled out in ink, proof that I wanted more even when I couldn’t ask for it.

[Don't speak like that] I wrote my wish on the back and looked at him while I observed that he is already looking at me. [What are you looking at?] "Is that your wish?" [What's wrong with that?] "I thought you would like something more like you want to go back home," He said and looked at the wish I wrote. I wrote that 'I wish everyone I know, the people I love living on the other side, should be healthy and happy and not worry about me.' It is the same as telling you that I won't back, isn't it?

Whether Kael was finding the words he'd wanted to say. I hoped he was. Some things... Were simply too important to leave unsaid. The fire crackled softly nearby. I reached for the book resting on the side table, opening it to the page where I'd left off the previous evening. A few lines in, I realised I'd read the same paragraph twice. I smiled to myself. It seemed my mind had decided it had no interest in reading tonight. Closing the book again, I leaned back in the chair. The estate had grown unusually peaceful.