What Can I Say It's Complicated の小説・ストーリー

I didn’t see that coming. Talk about an oops! moment. An incident I didn’t plan for. Why does it feel like things are about to get even more complicated?

Because it complicates everything. And I don’t do complicated.

But it complicated things. And I hated complications. * * *

And there it was. I nodded slowly. “Right.” “That’s not what I….” “No, I get it,” I cut in, my voice calmer now, but colder. “It’s easier. It’s what people expect.” “That’s not why I said it.” “Then why did you?” He opened his mouth, then stopped. “It’s complicated,” he said finally. I held his gaze for a long second before nodding once. “Yeah.” It was. That didn’t mean I had to like it.

“All morning, in between everything else. I’ve been thinking about it.” “And,” he said. His voice was careful. Steady. But underneath the steadiness there was something that wasn’t steady at all, and I could hear it, and I think he knew I could hear it, and neither of us said anything about that. “And I don’t know what to do with it,” I said honestly. “You’re complicated, Julian. You’re very, very complicated. And my life right now is already full of complicated things, and adding you to that pile feels like.”

“You went from ‘it’s complicated’ to being in love within a day?” “Not exactly,” he said. “I thought it was complicated, but I had this moment of clarity and I realized I was the one complicating things. Saying ‘it’s complicated’ was more of an excuse to avoid seeing what was really happening.” “And now you know for sure?” Kei Ren asked. “I do,” Jack replied truthfully.

Not with Austin, not with the wedding, not with the lies, and not with any of this. The answer presses so hard against my teeth that it almost escapes, but I can't say it. Not yet. "Things are complicated." The moment the words leave my mouth, I hate them, and judging by the look in Dad's eyes, he does too, not because he's angry, but because he knows they're not the truth. He exhales slowly and leans back in his chair, and somehow his quiet understanding feels far worse than disappointment ever could. "Complicated usually means no."

And now he's ruining it again by giving me the same word I didn't want to listen to. “It’s complicated.” And I am very sure he knows that the moment he says it’s complicated, he is already making a big mistake. I noticed his expression, and I couldn't help but look down. I didn't know how to react. I didn't want to drag this further, and I saw no use in asking him another question since he already made it obvious that it was complicated. I slowly moved myself away from his warmth. This wasn't the time to keep bonding, to try filling up the missing holes. My gaze went back to my phone again, and I couldn't help but wonder, who was it? Who could be trying to do something like this?

he snorted. “That sounds like a You problem.” He scoffed, trying to find the right words. “You should thank me for making your life interesting,” I added. “Exhausting,” he said. “Why are you so boring? You hate fun?” I sighed. “I don't hate fun. I hate the chaos it brings.” “Oh,” I said lightly.” So you hate me?” He exhaled. “ I don't hate you. You're complicated.” He said, gesturing at me.

Love C H A P T E R 2 0 R H Y K E R "I love her so fucking much." He spoke, making me groan with irritation. "Shut up Roman." I grumbled as I threw him the book that I was reading in perfect silence and like the annoying bugger he is, he decided to annoy me by spitting nonsense things about love. Love is complicated, like a sickness that is not curable, a deadly thing. Saying those four words that include everything is simple yet complicated, those words that make us believe our feelings for that person.