The Words I Wished I Said 소설 & 이야기

"You were right. I was a terrible brother. I'm not good enough." "But, you wanna know something? I wish I could make her remember that I'm the one who would face the world for her." All the words that stimulated her sense of hearing became something that Rose could not grasp properly. I wish I could .... Why does it hurt this much to translate the words Theo said. 'He' wished for something, which he knew was impossible. Wishing his sister could remember, even though he knew it was the most impossible part. He still hoped—wouldn't that only hurt himself?

Caelum The second her body started shaking her pvssy locked me inside her and I lost all control coming hard inside her. Her pvssy milked every drop and f*ck I needed this. I held her in my arms, knowing that I would lose her one day though. She wasn't a side woman and I couldn't have her to myself. "I wish I could give you the life you wanted, baby. I wish I was enough. I don't know how to let you go." Those words just slipped through my lips, confessing something I didn't even realize until I said it.

The realization hollowed me out. I wished, God, I wished…I had slowed down. Wished I had memorized the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the warmth in his voice when he said my name. Wished I had hugged him one last time, held on a second longer, breathed him in like I would never get the chance again. I wished he had lived long enough to see me ace my exams for the first time since he came back. I wished he had been there to open the bakery with Mom.

~Ioana~ When I was young, my wishes never came true no matter how well or hard I'd pray to the moon goddess. But suddenly, who can tell me why my wishes became incredibly effective? I wanted to go back and slap myself when I screamed at Alessandro, "I wish you'd forget I exist, not just you, but the whole world would." He had hushed me, but I was undeterred. And now my wish, in the worst way possible, was answered.

" She confessed. I loved hearing her say all these but it takes me back. I think I have dived too deep. I was quiet for almost a minute. "Do you have anything you want to say to me, Noah?" She said, I had a lot I wanted to say to her like, I wish I wasn't a coward. I wish I could claim her in front of the whole world. I wish guilt didn't kill me for every happy breath I take. I wish I could mate her under the full moon and watch the sunrise with her lying in my arms.

“I guess what I’m saying is, I wish you were here to see it. Or maybe I just wish you were here, period. Anyway… yeah. That’s it. Call me back if you want.” Silence. Then the automated voice: End of message. She replayed it again. And again. Each time, she searched for something new, something buried beneath the casual phrasing. Did his pause mean more? Did the quiet laugh under his breath hold an affection he didn’t dare put into words? By the fifth replay, she was dissecting the word wish as if it were a contract clause. He hadn’t said need. He hadn’t said miss. He had said wish. And yet, the fact that he wished at all… was that enough?

Mia's POV People have believed in the legend that wishing upon a shooting star makes the wish come true for a long time. I never believed in such myths, I never believed in any myths at all. I never even wished upon a shooting star, I just said a few words in my heart. I only said the wishing words in my heart, I never said it out loud and I never wished on a shooting star. How on earth can this be happening to me?

I wished he could see me in another light, not just as a fleeting presence, but as a person worthy of love, understanding, and connection. In those moments, I yearned for him to truly see me, to understand the depths of my emotions, and to feel the weight of my longing. I wished for a chance to rewrite the narrative, to create a new story where our hearts beat in sync, and our love shone bright. But for now, the wish remained just that – a wish, a fragile thread of hope suspended in the uncertainty of what could have been.

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.

She sighed, mumbling something under her breath as we sped off. It almost sounded like “I wish you’d killed him.” I wished I had as well.