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“WHY. WHY CANT YOU LEAVE ME. WHAT YOU WANT NOW. AREN’T YOU SATISFY YET. I GAVE YOU MY EVERYTHING. NOW, WHAT YOU WANT. WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME. WHY. TELL ME WHY.” I yelled at him even louder almost ripping my throat out but his next words just left me in complete shock. “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GOD DAMN IT.” Sometimes it’s not late. Sometimes it’s too late to make things right. ____________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake And everything I know tells me that I should walk away But I just want to stay And my friend said "I know you love her, but it's over, mate It doesn't matter, put the phone away It's never easy to walk away, let her go It'll be okay It's gonna hurt for a bit of time So bottoms up, let's forget tonight You'll find another and you'll be just fine Let her go" But nothing heals the past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find But nothing heals the past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find "I know you love her, but it's over, mate It doesn't matter, put the phone away It's never easy to walk a

He tightened his grip on my wrist to the point of pain, as if he wanted to crush my bones. "How old is she? Why did you really leave me back then? We loved each other so much. What the hell were you hiding from me?" Five years ago, we were college sweethearts. Everyone thought we were destined to walk down the aisle together. But that winter, while Austin was away on a business trip for his startup, I suddenly collapsed. And from that moment on, our fates were forever changed.

My work is abroad, but that doesn't stop you from going back. Seeing Kara's tears falling quicker and harder, Jamie felt as if his heart was being pricked with needles. His expression turned a little solemn. A bad feeling crept into his mind, but he still forced a smile. "Did you regret it? We're not married yet. If you want to back out, I–" Watching him so anxious and worried, Kara bit her lip and shook her head furiously. She didn't regret it. She just felt it happened too late. Why had it taken so long to meet her childhood friend again?

At first, it had only been the two of them—sharing a single cup of coffee, walking hand in hand, and capturing moments that proved they had once been in love. But at some point, things had changed. What were once dates for two always seemed to include Kaylee. Ember scrolled through her phone and opened her Instagram account. There were hundreds of posts, and they were almost all centered around Atlas. They were photos of their life together and heartfelt essays she'd written on anniversaries. The comments from netizens had mocked her, calling her love-obsessed. It was as if Atlas was the only thing that mattered in her world. As she read through them, Ember chuckled bitterly and shook her he

“And I have failed.” “Charlotte—” “She is right,” I said bitterly. “That is the truth.” Alexander reached for my hands. “Stop saying that.” “But it is true.” Tears burned in my eyes. “I cannot even do the one thing I am supposed to do.” “Charlotte,” he said firmly. “Listen to me.” But the tears were already falling. “I am the problem,” I whispered. Alexander pulled me into his arms. “You are not the problem.” “Yes I am.”

Jared lowered his head to drink the soup quietly. A phone suddenly rang when someone walked past his ward, and the ringtone was “Later” by Rene Liu*. “Later, I finally learned how to love. Sadly, you’ve gone far away and disappeared in the crowd…” A tear rolled down the corner of Jared’s eye into the bowl of soup. When his butler came to the hospital the next day to send him soup again, he was startled when he saw Jared, who was on the bed. “Mr. Crawford…” Jared looked up. “What is it?”

"No, no… That's not true. I love this child. How could I not love him? He was our child. He was born from the precious bond between you and me. He was one of a kind to me. How could you bear to let him go?" I forced myself to sit up against the headboard. With a voice as cold as ice, I shattered Henry's last illusion. "To a man like you, nothing is one of a kind, not even your ridiculous idea of love."

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta

"I've given up on love, OK, I've waited too long, so I now feel like it's too late.” “I did too, Thea, but can't let the chance just slip like that, please." "No, leave me alone!” she shouted and rushed away. I couldn't let Jordan drive me home. "Go get your girl man.”