Today I Give Up Trying Novels & Stories

"Thank you. For today. For yesterday. For not giving up." His reply came fast. Never gave up. Just got lost for a while. I fell asleep with the phone against my chest, flowers still in the spaghetti jar, and for another time in years the dark didn't feel so heavy.

He doesn't give me time to finish. " Stop narrating whatever problems you have . Just get out of here..GET OUT !!" I don't take any more chance but get out with the broken pieces of the Vessel. In there I tried as much as I can to hold back my tears but as soon as I got out, I could not control the tears any more, they came flowing out so much. What is wrong with me . why is that I will never do something and the be appreciated by anyone .Even when I try , I end up failing. This is really my destiny I think.

I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody is going to give you anything. You have got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want, expect you, and nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Nobody has the power to shatter your dreams but you. So do I believe that I should give up on my dream? That is the shit that kept running through my mind last night as I tried everything in my power not to think of Trinity.

I looked at Hunter and said, "I've looked enough." He froze. Calmly, I continued, "For nine years, all I ever did was look at you. I watched you choose Tiffany again and again. I watched you tell me to be understanding again and again. I watched you brush my disappointment off like a little tantrum that could always be made up for later. "So, Hunter… Don't make me look back at you anymore. I'm tired." Hunter stood in the rain, his lips trembling uncontrollably. "Natalie…"

So for now it looks like I'll be wearing t-shirts up to my neck for the next few days. All of this really made me miserable. Neither the hot shower nor the eggs and bacon for breakfast helped. In the end, I opted for a strategic escape - I turned off my phone, crawled back into bed and played I Won't Give In by Asking Alexandria on my iPod. Not that it was a solution, but music usually helped at least a little. “With every breath you took, I watched you escape me. You are slowly killing yourself. But I won't give in," Denis Stoff sang straight into my soul.

Any moment now, I try to convince myself but nothingness meets me for all my attempts. I try this for hours, with Sir Wicker and Reagan patiently by my side but it all comes down to futility. Finally with a resigned breath, I shake my head towards them. “No, it's a bust.” The sting of admitting that I am yet incapable before Sir Wicker bites hard into my ego. I feel my gut twisting as he takes careful steps towards me, his face angling with a slight quiver of his lips. “It's okay. Maybe today is not the day.”

“It’s never too late. Not until you give up.” For a long time, neither of them spoke. The apartment was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Daniel sat there, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to keep fighting, but he knew Stanley was right. He couldn’t give up. Not yet. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Daniel lifted his head and looked at his friend. His voice was a whisper, but it was filled with determination. “I’ll try. I’ll try to fix this. But I don’t know how...”

Hadassah nodded along, remembering those moments. “You can't say you're giving up on something you love just because of a single bad day. One thing about life is, we can't always be on a winning streak. We'll have days when we lose, that's what keeps us grounded, but we just have to keep trying. I would hate to see you give up on something you're so passionate about just because of one bad streak.” “But it's not just one bad streak Mum, I feel like I've been losing a lot lately. Everything keeps blowing up in my face, everything keeps falling apart. I'm sick and tired of everything!” She screamed out in frustration.

A multimedia message from an unknown number came in. In the photo, Leo sat alone in an empty office, his back looking desolate, the ashtray in front of him filled with cigarette butts. [Nicole, you win. [Stop now. I’m begging you.] This was the second time he had begged me. I smiled, then sent him a seaside selfie in return. In the photo, I wore sunglasses, my smile brighter than the sunlight. Then I blocked him. The sea breeze drifted past, carrying a salty scent.

“Mom said your foreign language skill isn’t very strong. These are some notes I made. I hope they help you.” “Wesley, where are you going?” Margaret asked from behind me. Her voice was breaking. I turned back. My eyes brimmed with tears. “Mom… I mean, Mrs. Harrison, I’ve been looking at apartments these past few days. I rented one. Don’t worry about it.” I did not hesitate. I walked out of the mansion without looking back. “Wesley, where did you find an apartment? Is it far from here?” I did not answer. There was no need. If someone really cared, they would find their way to me.