Novel & Cerita The Words I Wished I Said

The truth ends the dream you didn’t know you were still living. I pressed the back of my wrist to my mouth to stop the tremor in my breath. The paper rustled as my fingers clenched tighter, until the edge cut into my skin. A small sting, almost welcome—it was something I could control when everything else wasn’t. “I still wish…” My voice cracked softly, barely a whisper. “I still wish she was mine.” The sound of my own words startled me. They hung in the air, fragile, like something that shouldn’t have escaped.

I whispered, my voice soothing. I sat down beside her, worry etched on my face. "I wish for a lot of things, Tia," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wish for peace, for safety, for a life free from the threats that surround us." I looked at her, my eyes searching for understanding. "I need time, Tia, time to be able to tell you what's in my heart."

He just looks numb. "It won't always be like this, Ethan. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could go back in time and never speak to Dane. I wish I could have seen you in that diner and spent that time talking to you. I wish we just spent that time talking. I wish we met that way. I wish this was all different, Ethan. I deserve all of this. Losing you...is the greatest pain I will ever endure," I told him.

“I wish… I wish I wasn’t there…” The words came out between broken breaths, barely forming, barely holding together. “I wish I didn’t see it…” Another sob ripped through her, louder this time. “I wish I did something—” Her voice shattered. “He would still be alive—!” Silence swallowed the last word. But the echo of it lingered. Heavy. Devastating. Belle bent forward, her forehead almost touching the ground as her entire body trembled. “I should’ve done something…” Her voice dropped into a broken whisper.

I laughed while watching his retreating back. However, my laugh quickly morphed into a bitter smile when I remembered what I wished for. "How could I say it out loud?" I muttered under my breath. How could I say my wish to you? When you're the one that I wished for.

I cried out. “If I could make a wish I would wish for you to come back to life, I would wish for none of this to happen. I would wish for us to go back to when we were friends. I would wish for us to go back to when we were kids and didn’t have to worry about anything. I would wish for you to be alive…. I am so sorry Jayden” I whimper loudly.

I wanted to talk to someone, but I didn't know who. In my head, I was still talking to the dead- Liz, can you hear me? If so, I'm terribly missing you. I wish you hadn't died that day, I wish you had lived. I wish you could be here beside me as the much needed friend I wanted right now. I wish we could both share our sufferings, hug each other and tell it's all going to be alright in the end even if it isn't. I just wish you were here with me.

“I wish you were here with me right now to witness it. Heck, I wish I didn't let you go. Every single day since you walked out of my life, I've lived in regret. I hate myself for the hurtful words I said to you that day, and I miss you so much, so much that it hurts to think you might have moved on or found someone else. Please come back to me my princess. I feel empty without you, and I need you back.” I paused for a bit as I glanced up to keep the tears at bay. “I'm becoming a father soon, and you know, in my fucked up mind I really wish you were the mother of my unborn child. I do wish for it badly. Babygirl you have no idea how much your absense hurts. I promise to fix things if fate wo

She wished she could forget, wished she could go back to a time before everything happened. "Forgive me, my dear, forgive me, Yon." Emily said softly. She cupped her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for everything that has happened. I wish I could go back to that night. I wish I could change it. I just... I just want to live with you." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "I miss you so much."

My voice was barely a whisper, heavy with regret and an overwhelming sense of guilt. I wish I had loved her, I wish my love for her had been so consuming, so all-encompassing that she could never doubt it for a moment. I wish I had been as devoted to her as she was to me. I wish I had been a better man for her, one who would have laid down his life to protect her without hesitation. She didn't deserve what happened to her. She didn't deserve any of it. She didn't deserve a man like me in her short, beautiful life. If she had never crossed paths with me, she would still be alive today. If she hadn't been forced into marriage with me, she would be alive and happy. It's my fault. All of it. And