Will Never Be Enough Novels & Stories

only to choke on it. Not when his tears weren’t for me. Not when the only place I ever felt wanted was in a dream I was never meant to live. I pressed my palm to my chest, right over my heart. “Please,” I whispered to no one. “Just let me be enough. Just once.” But the silence that answered? It sounded an awful lot like never.

I’ve never been enough. I wasn’t enough for my father, for the committee, for my pack. I’ve always come up short. Hell, I’m man enough to admit it was almost always my doing. I was weak to my father, ruthless to others, and too like my father for my pack to respect me. And now I’m not enough for her, and I can’t even blame her for it, because it seems to just be who I am. Even when I tried to be more, I am most undoubtedly less.

I was dead to her. For years, I had tried to be enough, to fill the void left by Ryder’s death, but nothing had ever been good enough. Now, in her moment of pain, she revealed the truth I had always feared: I was not enough. I had never been enough and I wasn't even existing to her

--- The winter has come. The garden slept. Celeste and I sat by the fire, holding hands, watching the flames. "I've been thinking about enough," she said. "What about it?" "I used to think enough was a failure. A settling. A giving up." "And now?" "Now I think enough is a gift. The ability to say: I have what I need. I've done what I could. I am what I am." "And are you enough?" She turned to me, her eyes soft. "With you? Yes."

"I gave him everything, and he just... moved on." The bartender gave me a small smile. "You can be someone's but it is upon them if they want to be yours . I may not have been in a relationship before but I know one or two things." He flipped the drink and poured it back on the other glass. “ You can not make someone love you” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. "Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “ It's like no matter how much you give, it's never enough.”

“Then at least admit it. Admit that no matter what I do, no matter how long I wait, I’ll never be enough for you.” My chest ached so hard it felt like my ribs might crack. “Tony…” “Say it!” His voice broke, desperate, a plea wrapped in fury. The tears spilled over, hot streaks down my cheeks, and I forced the words out even though they destroyed me. “You’ll always be my friend. My family. My constant. But no… you’ll never be him.” His eyes dimmed, like a flame snuffed out, and I knew whatever we had, whatever he’d been to me would never be the same again.

What if I never became enough for the world he lives in, suits and strategy and success so clean it made my stomach twist? What if I never became enough for him? What if I was incapable of being the woman fabian wanted, what if the world never accepts us. What if while trying to prove myself to the world, I ruin Fabian. What if Fabian can't keep up with my chaos, what if I'm not cut out for him?

When I come home from work exhausted, there is no one to greet me; when I am scared after having nightmares at night, no one will put my head on his chest. Harsh never tires of complimenting my cooking, but today I consider that meal to be the most pointless thing in the world, and Ankur is the only one who truly understands my feelings. I always keep my family out of my life, but I update them from time to time about my accomplishments.

"I am just never good enough." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean, I am too weak; Emmaline would have been better for you; she is strong; she has all the qualities that I lack; I just can't be good enough for anybody; maybe it had been a mistake, me being your mate; maybe I should have never been here.." He walked towards me; his fingers stroking my face softly, he lifted me up a bit so he could leave a very gentle kiss on my lips. He never kisses this gentle.

“You don’t understand. You will never understand what it’s like to be rejected by the one person you thought you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with. To feel like you’ll never be enough, no matter what you do.” My voice cracked but I was unable to stop . “You don’t know what it feels like to wake up every day with the same emptiness inside you, knowing you’ll never be whole again. And you…..you just keep coming back, like I’m some kind of pity project for you to work on. Well, I’m not! I can’t do this, Elijah. I refuse to.” The silence that followed was thick. Elijah’s hands clenched into fists at his sides.