This Isn't About Him Novels & Stories

I asked him with genuine concern, I recalled I never asked him that. “I am all good, pissed off about everything going on right now, but there is nothing I can do about it. I want this to all go behind us so we would be together peacefully as we always planned. Whoever this V guy is, he has to go down, and we have to do it without any mercy…” He responded. “Eii, eii calm down, I'm the one taking the heat and I'm not even this furious.” I said with a smile. We chuckled and I gave him a soft kiss on his lips. Giving him that reassuring eyes that he loved so much. “It will be all right babe, at the end of the day we would look back at this and smile.”

Because someone who treats you like this… someone who cheats, lies, manipulates… doesn’t get to control your heart forever. Not me.

She doesn't want him, so he tries to slander her instead. The blunt exposure left Luke dumbfounded. His face turned ashen.

Because the way he says it— It’s not fear. It’s not hesitation. It’s something much worse. Determination. And suddenly… I realize this isn’t just about me anymore. It’s about to become something bigger. Something neither of us can stop.

“You tell the truth. But not all of it.” This time, he didn’t argue because he couldn’t. I turned away again, running a hand lightly over my arm, trying to calm the mix of thoughts in my head. “This changes things,” I said. “I know.” “No,” I corrected. “You don’t.” He didn’t respond. Good. Because I needed to say this clearly. “This isn’t just about Trent anymore,” I added. “It’s about you too.” That made him go still. Completely still. And that reaction confirmed everything.

Because this— Wasn’t something he could take from him. And for once— He didn’t try to.

I didn't know where the sudden boldness came from but I knew it was important I had it right now. "Oh dear, you really think this is about football? Regardless of the fact that I know that I taught him how to play football, this isn't about the sport, this is about something else...." He said, dragging the cigarette and blowing it once more into the air. "What is this about then?"

Not this time. Not anymore.

Not the career. The man.

She was just lamenting his fate, she could possibly meet the person she did not want to meet the most for the rest of his life. In fact, Key always prays every night not to meet his figure again. But what to try? How could she even meet her at a very, very unwanted moment. Key continued to walk down the city streets that are not too hot. Although consciously or unconsciously, since earlier. Key felt that there were other creatures who saw him. No, Key is not some kind of indigo human or can see spirits. Key's point is, like someone has been watching him since earlier. Precisely since she left his apartment, got into the bus and stopped again. Key is not a kind of human who is well known in t