Will He Say It Novels & Stories

"Have you told her anything." "No." He said it without qualification. "And I won't, not without your agreement, because what I know belongs to more people than me and I don't get to make that decision unilaterally." He paused. "But I want you to know that after this is over if there is an after, when there is an after I'm going to have a conversation with her that I'm not looking forward to." "Because you used her."

she said, knowing there was more to him than just mentioning it. He looked at the hedge. "But there's a name I keep coming back to," he said. "That I haven't said out loud yet because once you say it out loud, it becomes the thing, and I am not really sure about how it will sound to you or anyone." "Say it out loud," she said, wondering what could be the name he was afraid to say out loud; it can't be that bad. He was quiet for a moment, a long moment, then he took in a big breath.

"That's all I need." He heads for the door, then stops, hand on the handle, the way he always does when he's got one more thing to say and hasn't decided if he's going to say it. "For what it's worth," he says, "I don't think it's really broken." "What?"

I told him "it's ok you needed it and I hope you used it well." He said and I understand what he means I nodded my head in yes but then realised he wants verbal answers "Yes I did. And I have to talk about it as well." I told him "OK what you have to talk?" he asked "you said that for some reason you don't believe in love right?" I asked him "Yes I said it so?" he asked me "I want to know the reason." I told him and he looked like he will murder me now

“How much press is out there waiting for ask me asinine questions?” “A few dozen” he says wincing as he sees my face. “Sorry Noves I didn’t think you wanted it sugar coated” “It’s fine” I am lying and we both know it but he nods anyway. “What do I say, standard no comment or do I give a bit of a speech?”

This conversation isn't going to go well if he plans to go with that attitude. “Cut the shit, it's the least you can do. We've known each other too long for anything else.” He sighs and nods. “Sasha and Wesly?” My voice is unsteady because of the emotion I feel. I want him to tell me that it’s all a lie. I want him to tell me that he isn’t that selfish.

Well, can it? You know. You can! Just to make things fun, I asked him, "If veronica won then? What will you do?" for that question, he replied, "It is not going to happen! But if it happened, unfortunately then he'll shout on top of the school building that the middle-aged bald man sucks, and will never get fucks " I just hope he was joking about it.

he countered. “What if they don’t find anything?” I asked. “They will,” he said confidently. “You sound very confident,” I muttered. “I am,” he replied. I groaned and said, “Liam.” “Nina,” he answered. “We need to do something,” I insisted. “We are,” he replied. “No, I mean publicly,” I said. He went quiet for a moment before asking, “A statement?” “Maybe,” I said. “A press release?” he asked. “Maybe,” I repeated.

“Totally sure?” “Yes.” He’d paused. “You don’t want to talk to the man? Hear his side of the story?” “No.” “He’ll come here looking for you. You know that, right?” “Yes.” “What do I tell him when he does?”

“Some people do. Some people don’t. Either way, he should know when you are not home.” “I’m going to tell him. I’m just waiting for the right time.”