To Every You I Loved Before Novel Novels & Stories

White scraps of paper fluttered down from the air as though they were mocking my loneliness and disgrace. It felt as though an invisible hand had wrapped tightly around my heart, squeezing it until I could no longer breathe. I broke down, feeling like countless sharp knives were slashing into my body, carving invisible wounds that bled without leaving a trace. When I finally came back to my senses, I looked at my numb expression reflected in the mirror and let out a bitter laugh. It did not matter anymore. After all, I was just someone not meant to be loved. After I finished packing, I pushed the door open. Camelia stood there, panting with one hand braced against the doorframe. Our eyes met

Because of his sick words. He leaned closer. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers, he breathed her subsiding breaths which were tickling the skin of his philtrum and lips. “The destination where I’ll show you my love,” he closed his eyes as his palm received the light weight of her face. He smiled unwell, mumbling, “where there’s no limit of insanity, tesorino.” (Little treasure)

Somewhere along the way, we had run out of things to say. We used to share everything, eager to tell each other every passing thought. Then we started saying the cruelest things we could think of. And now, we felt like strangers. "Whitney." His voice was rough, breaking the quiet. "Before you came, I thought about what I'd say. I thought maybe…" He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, hacking until blood came up. "I thought, since I'm dying… Maybe I could ask if you'd forgive me."

The alcohol, the regret, the loneliness. Everything hit me at once. My chest hurt. My throat burned. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. I buried my face in my hands and cried. Anika had loved me. Really loved me. And I had destroyed that love with my own hands. Tomorrow was the final day. Seven days would be over. If I let her leave, she would run straight back into Liam's arms. A cold feeling settled deep inside my chest. Tomorrow would decide everything.

Every day, I was trying. You were never forgotten. You were never not the center of everything. Every choice I made, every morning I woke up and chose to stay quiet and compliant and patient. It was because I was waiting for the right moment to get us both out, and I was terrified of what he would do if I moved too soon. I loved you before you were born. I loved you every single day of your life, even the ones where I was not allowed to show it. Even the days I failed you. Even the days I said nothing when I should have said everything.

It felt good. “I love you, Ava,” he muttered, and my eyes flipped open. I held his gaze, watching his eyes light up as he spoke, “I love you so much. I have loved you way before I even knew I loved you,” he swallowed, and his fingers sat under my chin. “Before you, my life was a gigantic darkroom, and I didn't even realize how dark it was until you stepped in with that arrogance that is a complete mismatch with your small figure—”

Suddenly she felt her wrist being pulled from behind, his lips then crashed into hers, knocking the air out of her lungs, their lips passionately sought the taste of one another, cupping his hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her closer, she clutched his shirt as she clung to him; love, need, despair, desperation, all tender emotions were poured into their last kiss. Breaking the kiss, he gazed into her eyes and whispered, "I love you," before she could reply she felt herself being pulled inside the portal, the image of her beloved disappeared as the portal closed in front of her eyes and she found herself slipping into the darkness.

Disbelief filled Christian's eyes, and the rims slowly turned red. … It was the day before I would depart for Asternis. It was our anniversary, but Christian had forgotten about it, perhaps. He was already gone when morning came, just like he would in the years before. I let out a quiet breath of relief. The living room was nothing but a mess from the chaos that happened the night before. The air was thick with sex and bodily fluids. Disgusting as it was, I had to clean it up.

Said the way you said things when you had been carrying them for a long time and had finally arrived at the moment of putting them down and discovering that the putting down was not loss but relief. "I loved you before the contract," she said. "I think I loved you in the library when you looked up from your document and I felt something I couldn't name." She paused. "I loved you through all of it. Even the parts that hurt. Even the parts where loving you was the most inconvenient and dangerous thing I could possibly be doing." Another pause. "I loved you in Philadelphia. Through all five years of it. I just couldn't afford to let it be what it was." I looked at her.

"I like the sound of it." "Please," she sobbed. "Please don't do this." He finished the container and tossed it aside. The empty plastic clattered against the floor. Then he walked toward her. He crouched down in front of the chair, bringing his face level with hers. "I want you to remember something," he said softly. "Before the end." Tessa shook her head, tears falling. “Don’t do this please. You love me.” "I loved you.” He corrected. “I loved you more than anyone has ever loved anyone. And you threw it away."