We Are Never Getting Back Together Novels & Stories

“We used to be inseparable! We were each other’s everything!” George’s voice was tight, filled with irritation and guilt. “That was the past, Rosy! Why can’t you just let it die? And that night, that stupid night, was a mistake! I was drunk!” Rosy’s sobs grew louder. “I don’t care about that night! I just want us back! I love you! I need my best friend again, fuck! I need you!” George looked away, his jaw hard, his voice quieter now. “That’s not possible, Rosy. I don’t believe in us anymore and I'm married.”

He stared at me, his eyes focused on mine as they search mine. "You forgive me?" I nodded. "Does that mean you accept me back?" I shook my head. "No!" "But we've just kissed, it's clear we missed each other." "Thanatos, I told you that was a mistake. We can't be together again, the spark is long gone...I don't feel anything for you now" "No, it's not gone" he shook his head. "We can reignite the fuse, we can...." "No, I don't...."

Dad had already bought the newer model himself. She frowned at his reaction, then sighed and pressed the camera into his hands, her voice turning coaxing. "Alright, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have argued with you when you were already hurting after Brian passed. Don't worry. Things with Matthew are almost wrapped up. Just wait a little longer." Wait a little longer. I clenched my fists and stared at her. She had said that dozens of times in the past two months and never once followed through. Dad held on through my baby brother's death in the hospital. He held on even as his depression got so bad that he started hurting himself. Even then, she never came back.

“We say things we regret.” The room grew quiet. Because recent events had provided more than enough examples. Then Adrian continued. “But after everything…” His voice softened. “We come back to each other.” No one interrupted. No one joked. “We always do.” A pause. “No matter how angry we are.” Another. “No matter how badly we mess things up.” He looked directly at Stephanie. “We come back.” Something flickered across her face. Hope. Maybe. Or simply the possibility of it. Adrian smiled gently.

“Are you two planning to get back together? I’m not judging you. After all, what happened between the two of you was a big misunderstanding. It’s not unusual to get back together.” I laughed. “That’s ridiculous, Lucy. We’re not getting back together.” Even hearing it sounded wrong. After all that had happened between us, it was best we remained the way we currently were. Well, not entirely. I still had plans to take Nyla back after I figured out the rest of my life, but I didn’t want to go down that road again. Once bitten, twice shy, or whatever the hell they said. “Then why do you keep sleeping over at his place?”

She kept rejecting him that nothing was ever going to exist between them again. He had to let go when he saw that she had made up her mind. But he hadn't stopped wishing that they would get back together again. " The only thing that separated us was your involvement with another woman. Gush, I hate the idea of sharing you with another woman. Getting back together is scaring me Kunle, can't you get it. I want you all to myself, that's all. If you promise me that the past isn't going to repeat itself, then we can start all over again" Isabella declared.

she said earnestly, leaving me stunned. “Damn well, I wouldn’t but that doesn’t give you an excuse for not staying in contact for so long and suddenly waltzing back into my life and trying to act as if nothing happened.” I let anger wash over other emotions bubbling in my heart. Zenith’s eyes widened, glistening with unshed tears. “We are not getting back together, Zenith. Not as lovers or as friends,” I said firmly, ignoring the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She stood up, lowering her gaze. I glanced away.

His brown eyes bored into mine worriedly, and as his warm palm came in contact with my skin, my heart fluttered, and my throat went dry. How could it be him? He was supposed to be dead! "Are you hurting anywhere? Should I get the doctor?" My mouth was only hanging open. No words came out. How could this even be? Justin and I dated for years back in college, but we broke up before he traveled out of the country to take over his father's business after our graduation. By the time he returned years later, I was already married to Lucas. We both had to move on, because I already did.

“…Yes, you are.” I shook my head. “Whatever.” I walked past him. “Let’s eat in peace. I don’t want to look at you long enough to scream.” His hand brushed mine. I pulled away. “Stop.” His eyes darkened. “Stop acting close to me. We are not okay.” Each word came out steady. “I am not your wife.” A pause. “And we are never getting back together.” Silence. “We’re here to eat. Then we see your grandmother.”

This group, this messy and stubborn and deeply loving group of people, had been through far too much together to fracture cleanly and permanently. We always found our way back to each other eventually. Sometimes it took time and space. Sometimes it took a dramatic confrontation. Sometimes it took loss and grief to remind us what mattered. But we always came back together in the end. That's why I was still holding onto hope that Maya would eventually find her way back to us too.