Novel & Cerita Why Are You Getting Out From There Because I Have Changed

"I know. That is why it is good." Damon put his fork down. "I am scared," he said. "Of what." "Of you leaving. Of you waking up one day and realizing you are eighteen and I am forty two and this was all a mistake." "I am not going to leave." "You say that now." "I say that always." "People change." "I have changed. I changed for you. I changed because of you. I changed into someone who does not run away." Damon looked at me. "That is a lot of pressure."

After hearing this he gave me a familiar smile and said " Hey listen I was just curious about your love for coffee and avoiding tea but I don't want to change you for me. You're best the way you are." I said, " No it's not like that because you're telling me that's why I want to drink tea. It's because I also want to drink tea. I'm not changing myself. If I ever change in my life the reason will be only me so don't worry I will not blame you."

So, it's time to toughen things up. Pushing back the chair, I stood. "I believe you are ready now? Change and meet me outside." "Outside? Why?" She was back on track, annoying me with questions. It's a good sign, meaning, I could go back to my old ways of finding new methods to straighten her out. "You like running, don't you? I intend to change that today." ********************************

she said. "Try me," I said. "Please, Asiling. Let me in. Let me help you." " You can't help me. You can only hurt me. " " What you need tell me why you changed? " " Because time always change us. We can't stay on one place? we can't get ourselves in a way that we just waited for one person whole life. I known I loved you but this is not a way you are dealing with us. " " We can't rely over one person who just treated us badly and now he is came again and wants to play again with me. "

“What do you mean?” “I can’t change who I am, what I’ve done… what I do. I can’t change that, and you can’t pretend it’s not happening. It scares the shit out of me how overpowering this feels right now. I don’t think I have it in me to watch you walk away if you think you can’t handle it, once we’re deep in this.”

— Ask. - You changed your image, became even more charming and mysterious. What is it connected with? His black eyes flicker over her, frankly admiring her. - Desire for change. When you can't change the world around you, at least change yourself. - You do not like what surrounds you? - tap-tap with the tip of a pencil on the armrest. - In general, I like it. But some elements I would like to change ... or return. Especially those that cannot be returned.

There was a short round of silence and the only sound that could be heard was the munching sound I made while eating the fruits. "I heard you moved out of the pack.' he raised the topic and I nodded, as if it was nothing to me. Of course, moving out wasn't a big deal. "I only changed location, I never separated myself from the pack." I emphasized on the change of location. "I am not dumb." He said defensively. "Was it because of that woman?" He inquired and I nodded again. "I did it for her, though she didn't ask for it." I straightened out.

It's as if he is telling me why I did something like that. What? Do you think I am still a kind person like before? Do you think I am still the little princess you used to cherish and then throw away when you wanted to?! Well, you are right. People change. I changed because you changed me. I bitterly smiled as I suddenly remembered our past argument. *flashback* 'And so? What's the problem with that? Why did you suddenly shut yourself off from me? Did I do something wrong? Is it about my feelings? Kieffer, answer me! '

But no words come out. So I keep going. “Whatever’s different about me now,” I say, my gaze not breaking from hers, “it’s not going to make you cry like that again.” That lands. I see it. Feel it. Because it’s not a soft promise. It’s not comfort. It’s something else. Something built out of what I just came through. “I don’t care what I have to change,” I add quietly. “Or how long it takes me to get back to… whatever I was.”

“But I’ve changed.” “No, you haven’t.” I crossed my arms. “You’re still the same selfish bastard who only thinks about himself.” “Then why are you here?” he snapped, stepping toward me. “Why come if you really want me gone? Why not ignore me, let me rot in this damn room?” I stiffened. “Because I needed to see it with my own eyes. I needed to know you were still the same mistake I left behind.” His breath hitched. “I’m not leaving.”