U Say Nothing At All Novels & Stories

“Justin, do you really want to marry me? Have you ever… actually loved me?” His expression froze for a split second. He was about to answer, but I cut him off. “I don’t love you anymore.” Without waiting for his reaction, I walked out with my suitcase. I wasn’t going to play along anymore with that cheap performance.

“What did we just do? This morning?” Well--- “We fucked,” I replied, feeling a little like the kid that didn’t really understand the assignment. “Oh,” she gulped--- and her entire body sagged in disappointment. “I see…” That wasn’t good! “Gaia,” I warned as I crossed the counter and closed the distance between us. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” she replied instantly--- and I groaned out loud. “I hate it when people say nothing,” I snapped meeting her big, dark, and confused eyes. “It means there’s definitely something. Now, what is it?”

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.

Not a single thing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Her speech boosted Alice's morale and she replied, " None" " Yes, None", she said and took her eyes, " So don't ever think there's nothing you can't do, no matter what it is, as long as you put your mind to it, determined and focused, there's nothing, I mean nothing, that you can't do", " What if none of our plans works?", she said worriedly, " They don't work because she's alive, they'll work when she's not".

he asked. My mouth opened. Then closed. My brain split into a thousand useless thoughts. “Say something smart.” " Say nothing." “Choose a lie.” “Choose silence." I sucked in air and nothing came out. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, girl.” He didn’t shout. He didn’t have to. My hands shook.

I stand there for another second. Then two. Neither of us says anything else. Finally, I turn and leave. The door closes harder than I mean it to. The sound echoes through the hallway. I stand there staring at nothing. Trying to make sense of what just happened. Trying to convince myself none of it matters. “This is nothing.” The words sound less convincing every time I say them. “Nothing’s happening.” Because she’s not my type. She doesn’t fit. She isn’t supposed to matter. That’s how it’s always been.

When he finally did, his expression was controlled again, like he had carefully placed it back into position. “There is nothing to say.” “That’s your answer?” “It is sufficient.” Slate made a small sound like he was enjoying a private joke. I ignored him. “Your mother just walked in here and announced you are in love with me in front of everyone and you think ‘there is nothing to say’ is enough?” Zayden’s gaze didn’t move. “My mother exaggerates.” His mother smiled softly from her chair. “I don’t.” That landed in the middle of the room and stayed there.

He stormed out and slammed the door behind him. I sat on the couch, unable to sleep all night. At dawn, a friend request with a woman's profile picture popped up on social media. Within ten seconds, messages started flooding in. A photo appeared, showing a woman with bare shoulders. Next to her was Eli, sound asleep. "He will never marry you. So what if you have a daughter with him? We made love all night, and he just fell asleep. Eli told me that he despises you and finds you nauseating."

Patiently waiting for him to stop me but he instead sips on the cup of coffee he'd ordered for himself. "Is there anything you want to say to me?" I finally say getting irritated. He's giving me facial expressions that tell me he's got a lot on his mind but he's not saying anything. "I'm just waiting for you to finish," he responds calmly. Yea, something is definitely off. "I can't think of anything else to apologize about so I guess I'm done," I say. I've mentioned literally every single wrong thing I'd done since this whole mess started. "Ok," he says simply.