Novel & Cerita Trying To Leave Something Behind

‘It is understandable, they are your family, and given how they are, so loving, caring, nurturing, leaving them behind must be difficult,’ he spoke as he kissed the back of my hand. ‘I am not just leaving them behind, Nash,’ I spoke grimly as I turned to see my home, my people, as we drove out of the main gate, ‘I am leaving my soul behind. These people, these buildings, these houses, they are my soul. And I don’t think I would ever be complete without them.’

"Alright, Molly. Just remember—you're not as important as you think. I hope you don't regret this later." Jerry swallowed hard, his voice rough but just shaky enough to notice. Without looking back, he walked out of the shop before I could. I let out a breath, the tightness in my chest finally loosening. I needed to end our mate bond for good tomorrow. … The witch handed me the potion and studied me closely. "Drinking this will sever your mate bond. Are you sure about this?" "I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start."

If I start thinking that having everything is possible - fairness along with affection, security plus Ethan - it could drain the resolve needed to leave once the moment arrives. Still, leaving remained the idea. Wasn’t it?

Something I couldn’t have, but something I couldn’t seem to stop wanting, either. One other thing that struck a new within me was how she said, "I’m just glad I can be there for him, help him take back control over his life and when he finally doesn't need me anymore I will leave." The word Leave echoed in my mind long after she’d spoken it. Leave? Leave this house? Leave Seb? Leave... me? No. The thought of her walking away...just like that was unbearable. And yet, in a way, I knew I had no right to feel that way. She wasn’t mine. Not now.

I whisper-yell back, pressing a finger to my lips while trying to hide my grin. We try to keep our laughter under wraps, burying our faces in our hands to muffle the snorts, but the energy in the room has permanently shifted. The air is lighter, warmer. As I begin to pack the last of my personal belongings, my favorite mug, a small succulent, and a stack of notebooks into a cardboard box, I realize that leaving isn't just about starting a new, prestigious job with Tabitha. It’s about leaving behind a version of myself that was too afraid to let people in, a version that valued order over connection.

It was now or never. “Liza, if I ever meant anything to you, you will let me go.” With that, I turned around and walked my way back towards the window. It slid up and opened very easily, greeting me with the unnatural scent of nature. It didn’t feel as fulfilling as I had hoped it would, now that I am being forced to leave a huge part of me behind. Things were not supposed to turn out like this. I didn’t plan or even imagine that they could. It’s just that there was no other option.

“Try not to stay too late.” And then, with a final wave, I leave the bosses to their business and step out the door.

“This is our place now. We’ll come back whenever you want.” My throat tightened. “Promise?” “Promise.” I looked at the Birkin again, then back at him. “I can’t leave it,” I said softly. His expression shifted. “What?” “I can’t leave it behind. Or any of it.” I picked up the bag, holding it carefully. “You gave me all of these things with love. Every single one. And leaving them here feels like… like I’m leaving an important piece of us behind. Like I don’t believe we’ll actually come back.”

This was supposed to be simple. Work. Save. Leave. That was it. No distractions. No complications. No— You already have. The words landed again. Clearer this time. “No,” Arlo muttered under his breath, shaking his head once. “No, I haven’t.” He hadn’t. He couldn’t have. Because if he had— Then leaving wouldn’t be simple anymore. Arlo pushed himself back into motion, grabbing the next stack of linens. Faster now. Sharper. Controlled. He wouldn’t think about it.

Zanthe snarls in the back of my head, hackles bristling. “I’m going to miss you, babe,” he murmurs. “Thought we could have some fun on your last night before you leave. So, I’ve got something to remember you by… and you’ve got something to think about while you’re gone. Don’t want you forgetting about me.”