Things We Never Got Over Novels & Stories

But the tattoo on Linda’s arm haunted Cedric like a brand. Some betrayals never ended. Some mothers never stopped lying. And the war, it seemed, was far from over.

Sure, we all talked about staying in touch, discussing about having weekend outings together and stuff, but deep down we knew life didn't work that way. I guess we'll never get a chance to test that... Shit, sorry. Give me a minute.”

Loving someone else does not mean forgetting the other and that's far from what I have in mind; he will never be forgotten. Jodi, a part of Elis and I. This is real life. We overcome the obstacles and the fears that we once had with strength, no matter how hard or impossible it might be—we have overcame it. Life is never easy but it's never too hard. There will always be an end to everything; whether it's happy or not, it's our choice. We just have to forgive. Forgive. Forgive and forgive.

he asked. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt. There is no need for you to feel special,” I replied, rolling down the glass. “You could have said it was Riddle. Why Newt?” He seemed like he didn’t want to let go of the topic. “I don’t know, okay. I just don’t know. I just said the name that popped into my head,” I replied, feeling irritated. “So, he is in your thoughts!” Adjusting my position, I sighed heavily before saying, “Can we rest this topic here? It won’t lead us anywhere.”

Our hearts were as calm as a lake after the ripples had settled, and we even felt a hint of melancholy. If not for Isabella and the Gentrys, our family might still have been whole and happy. In the end, these 15 years had still left Mom and me with lasting scars. "Mom," I said softly. "It's all in the past now." Mom looked at me and nodded emphatically. "Yes, it's all in the past now. Villains will always get their just desserts." Tessa smiled and chimed in, "That's right. Aunt Gloria, Adrian, you should use the recovered money to improve your living situation and take care of your health issues. You both still have long lives ahead of you."

They never stop moving, no matter what. We’ve learnt to want for things that used to be above us. “Don’t listen to Raven! We don’t need an engagement party! Just bite me and let’s start our life together..”. And some grow. They shed their trauma behind, but never forget the taste of their past. They push forward and sink their claws into what they believe should be theirs. “Why don’t you want to bite me?…why should I care if it’s rarely done?….that is exactly what you said when I sucked your dick last night…”.

Rile me up unnecessarily and make me relive the pain of what had happened to me in the past? Make me remember the fact that his mother almost killed me and my child? Or the one where he had left me for another woman saying he played with me? When Tam went to sleep yesterday, I went to my drawer and pulled out the letter he wrote to me. His last words to me all of those years ago. The ring he gave me was still with me. I don't know why I couldn't find it in myself to throw all of those things away. I've tried so many times not to go back to them, but I still do it. I read the words over and over again to the point where it gave me a headache.

I'm about to make my way to the table when I notice a framed picture sitting on the shelf beside the TV. I slowly walk up to it and pick it up. It's a picture of Alex and Nicole in their college graduation gowns. They are both holding huge bouquets of flowers, and a wide smile is on Nicole's face as she tilts her head towards Alex, who just sports a plain look. My fingers run over the spot. Sometimes I let myself think about what would have happened if I had never left. Would this be me in the picture? But of course, a lot of my thoughts have been left unanswered and might never be.

A new weight. Not scandal this time. Not betrayal. But legacy. Family. Paperwork laced with emotional landmines. We’d started over so many times, Jeff and I. And maybe, just maybe—this time, we wouldn’t have to end again. But I knew one thing for certain. This wasn’t the last storm. Just the next.

Like he couldn’t not touch me. Like he wasn’t done with me yet. And I knew. I knew. This wasn’t just a moment. This wasn’t just something that would disappear by morning. This was a line we had crossed— One we couldn’t uncross. One we didn’t want to.