Why Are You Getting Out From There Because I Have Changed Novels & Stories

"Not because I don't want to change for the right reasons. But because hoping you'll accept me is what keeps me going. What makes the hard work worth it. You're asking me to do all of this without the promise it'll end the way I want." "I am." I didn't soften it. "Because if you're only changing to get me back, it's not real change. It's manipulation with extra steps. Real transformation happens because you recognize you were wrong. Because you want to be better regardless of the outcome. I need to know you'd keep these changes even if I walked away. Even if I never completed the bond. Even if you had to watch me be happy with someone else." "Someone else." He repeated flatly. "Like Marcus?"

I finished. The woman with the phone swallowed hard. “And that,” I added quietly, “is why you are angry.” Silence filled the room now. "Deny it all you want. But after all's been said and done, after all the traveling and vacations and money, you return home and cry your lonely selves to sleep every night." I slipped my arm through Donald’s. “Come,” I said. “We are done here.” As we walked away, I heard one of them whisper, “She has changed.”

That I’d see something else. Something wrong. Something… replaced. But it was just me. Same face. Same eyes. Same expression. Except. Something had changed. I looked closer. Not physically. Not exactly. But behind it. In the way I held myself. In the way I looked back. More aware. More… present. I exhaled slowly. “Still me,” I said quietly. But the words didn’t feel as simple as they used to. Because now— I knew there were other versions. Other outcomes.

“I moved out.” There was a pause. “Wait, what? Since when?” “Two days ago. It is kind of a long story. Well, a complicated story,” I said gently. “But I’m okay.” Her voice softened. “You sound different.” “I feel different.” I smiled, I was honestly different, in a very good way. “I want the whole truth when I get there,” she insisted. “But right now… I’m just glad to hear your voice.” “Same here,” I whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

"How?,when,why?" "I myself don't know but I could feel the anger within me arise,I flared up at you earlier but that wasn't me, the moment I walked out on you I realised the emotions weren't mine they belonged to someone else,I was just thinking about it all then I felt a sudden change of emotion from rage to sad, a deep sadness and then fear if being all alone In the world, then I concluded it wasn't my emotions, the only name that came rushing into my brain was Laura" "So you walked out of your room I attempt to find us and "

I say, dropping my eyes to the ground, “El, please talk to me.”He pleads. “I don’t want to talk about this.”I turn and walk away, but he runs in front of me. " Eli, do you remember that time you came over during the purple moon. You said that day you would never leave me.”I bite my lips. I remember it like it was yesterday but…. “People change,” I mumble more to myself than him. “People don’t change overnight, El. I need to know why.”

Well, I was enjoying every bit of it because this is exactly what I was waiting for. “You know you don't have any right to see that because you are the one that ended things between both of us without thinking about how I'm going to feel. You stormed out of this house saying that I shouldn't bother calling you, and you made it clear that our relationship can no longer continue because you changed your mind and the person you want is Sharon. You should be happy because you're with the person you actually wanted to be with.”

A part of him is giving me an out, one last chance to change my mind before everything shifts. I squeeze his hand, reassuring both him and myself. “Yes, I’m sure.” I pause, exhaling slowly. “It’s just… scary, you know? Leaving everything I know behind.” Jensen nods his head, his thumb brushing absently over my knuckles. “I get it.” He glances toward the window, as if looking past the hotel walls, past the life I’ve built here. “Change is never easy. But you won’t be alone.” His gaze meets mine again, unwavering. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Nothng you say will take away from the fact that things started to change with Aston got back.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me. You started to act differently when Aston came back. I don’t know if you are holding on to some childhood crush or something, but you’re with me now.” “Why are you bringing up, Aston? What does he have to do with anything? Are you incapable of holding yourself accountable? Your actions are the change, not anyone or anything else.” I reach for her again, only to be interrupted by a mindlink. “I have to go. Make yourself available tonight. We are going to get through this, and you will be back to your usual self. If I have to get rid of Aston to get you together, I will.

"I've only just begun." "I'll come again very soon. And that time I want your attitude to change; think about it." With that, he turns and walks away, leaving me shaken and confused. What have I gotten myself into?