روايات وقصص ضمن Why Are You Getting Out From There Because I Have Changed

"Why should I? Give me one good reason." "Because I'm not the same man I was. Because I've changed. Because I want to spend the rest of my life proving it to you, showing you that I can be better." "Promises don't mean anything. You've broken too many." "This one does. This one is different." "What if I just left?" I asked the empty room, my voice barely a whisper, the words hanging in the air like a question no one could answer, a prayer no one would hear, and a cry for help in the darkness.

I just can't live through it or forget it. The only way to changing my fate is getting away from all these people. I'm giving it to them easily and they're not giving me a chance. I continued to hear the same knocking on my door which has been there for a while. Who is knocking now that I was trying to strategize?

And then four weeks ago something changed and I do not understand why. I am not writing to ask for anything. I know there is nothing I could ask for that would be appropriate. I am writing because the thing that changed, the clearing, whatever it was, made me understand something I had not understood before. About what was done to you. Not just what I did to you, though that is also something I have been living with. What was done to you before I was ever part of the picture? I am not the same person who stood in front of that pack. I do not say that as justification. I say it because I think you should know that the thing you built, whatever you did four weeks ago, has reached even here.

I said and he chuckled. “But I am proud of the man that you became.” He said, his voice softening. “I am curious to know what your reason is about getting us out of here as fast as you want us to. And I doubt that you think that I believe that it is simply because you’re getting the whole pack out. Knowing you, I know that something happened.”

"What changed?" "What?" "What changed with you? I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore because of what happened," He sighed. "I'm scared of losing you," he whispered. My heart beat rapidly in my chest and a tingle of warmth ran through my body. I looked away from his intense gaze and concentrated on the waiter talking to the barman. I didn’t want to look at him again after he said that, I feel he'll see through me and know I feel the same way. Every time he left me or walked away from me felt like a bigger part of me has been removed and all that was left is a shell that disguises to be the real body.

He has simply changed his clothes but his mindset is still the same. "Then why can't you be with me now, if you could love that dick Liam then why not me. The one who has changed," I choked in sarcasm. How could he think he has changed? If he would have changed then, of course, he would not come back to me realising what he did.

The alpha who was more like an omega suddenly shouted against the dense silence of the outside almost knocking me off my feet. "Surprise." I said dully. "Now, can we not waste some more seconds and just get on with all this?" "W-wait wait! Hold on a second, didn't you say you wouldn't come? What changed?" He asked, the same enthusiasm returning back from yesterday. Why is always so annoying? "Nothing changed, so before I really make some changes and leave from this gates you better get me in." I replied, offering no amount of resisting annoyance in my voice.

I said standing up to leave. “Ellie?” My mother called. “Yes mum,” I said looking back. “Thank you for allowing me do this for you,” she said with tears in her eyes. I hugged her and said, “thank you mum,” I said leaving the kitchen. “What made you change, your mind,” Serene asked “Well let’s just say I feel like a whole new person, I feel happier,” I said back to serene. “I think I’m the reason,” she said batting her lashes “Oh, girl stop that, that’s cringe,” I said laughing as I went into the bathroom to have a shower.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Because watching you in the gym sounds like my personal version of hell, I wanted to scream. Because you would see my tiny belly bulge that the hoodie can’t fully hide. Because I don’t want you catching me tripping over the treadmill or collapsing under a five-pound weight. Instead, I muttered, “I’m… actually not going anymore. I've changed my mind.” His eyes gleamed with amusement “Funny. You looked ready enough to me.” I clutched the hoodie tighter around me, glaring weakly. “Well, I’m not going anymore.”

“You’ve lost your mind. Did it ever occur to you that I was leaving anyway and your outburst was completely irrelevant, not to mention ridiculous?” “As if. We both know that leaving would be a selfless action and you’ve never been selfless in your life.” The problem was that I had never been the selfless type, but I had changed, even if he couldn’t see it. Esme had changed me, and then losing her had changed me yet again. It was all because of her. My whole existence was for her and nothing would change that, not even her deciding to stay away.