This Can't Be Love Novels & Stories

I feel her freeze and I'm worried I've hurt her. "What's wrong? Where do you hurt?" I ask in a panic, taking a step back to look her over. She closes her legs and slips off the desk quietly and starts retrieving her clothes. "Talk to me," I plead. She quickly dresses and I throw my pants on so that I'm not naked for whatever is coming next. She finally looks up at me and says, "You can't love me." "It's impossible not to love you," I say, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

But right now, his slow steps toward me felt like a scene out of a movie. So many thoughts raced through my head. Was he going to hug me? Maybe he’d kiss me and declare me his Luna in front of everyone. Maybe this was the moment I had never dreamt before. But no. "You can never be my mate! You can never get my love!" Victor roared. His eyes were full of hatred— but his hands told a different story. They wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me close. Too close. His grip was firm, almost desperate.

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

She wondered if any of them were still out there, living stories she hadn’t finished. Raegan pulled out her phone and opened her Notes app. The cursor blinked at her, patient and expectant. For a moment, she hesitated, fingers hovering. Then she typed: This is not love, not the kind I dreamed of. This is staying quiet to keep someone from leaving. This is setting myself on fire just to light the way for them. She stopped, heart racing. Her throat tightened. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t polished or gentle or safe. But it was hers.

“I can’t love it. I can’t pretend anymore.” “I don't want it”

The Zimmer family’s birthday banquet drew to a close, and guests gradually began saying their goodbyes. Mrs. Cooper was sitting in the home theater, eyes closed, quietly resting as an old musical played on the big screen. The melody floated gently through the room, rich with longing and sorrow. “Only through regret do we see the truth. Love survives the pain, rising above it all to mend what the world could not.” Jake walked in just as those lyrics played. The words unsettled him, and he found himself frowning without even realizing it.

The undeniable reality of what I don’t want to be. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.