Novel & Cerita Will Never Be Enough

Theo's hand grips the railings till his knuckles turned white. "I'm sick of it. I run away but he still finds me. It's never enough. I'm never enough. No matter how much I bent over backwards trying to please him. Does it ever end?" Theo's voice broke. "Tell me Cora, is it ever going to end?" My mouth felt dry. "I don't know, Theo. I don't know. I do know how it feels to not be enough. If there's an end in sight, I'll be the first to let you know."

She also thought my skills were superficial. She started getting some ideas when she saw that I was living comfortably while her son was sitting in a wheelchair. I nodded politely. "It's been good." Lena smiled at my words. On the other hand, Wayne looked ashamed. He gripped the blanket that was wrapped around him tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands popped. "Georgina, this is the karma for my actions. I won't be able to have a child of my own anymore." I blinked a couple of times when I heard that. "You had a child once."

The same core I had believed on the phone on Monday morning. "I know that too," I said. She looked at me. "Is that enough?" she said. I sat with the question. Enough was a specific word. It implied a threshold. A line between the side where things were insufficient and the side where they were adequate. I had been thinking about enough since Monday. About what it meant and what it required and whether I was capable of it yet or whether capable was something that needed more time than five days. "Not yet," I said. "But it's a start."

Until I couldn’t tell where I ended and where he began. Still, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t a surprise. With Elliot, I was beginning to realize that nothing was ever going to be enough. I wanted it all. Consequences be damned.

A wound that would never fully close, a scar that would always ache. "I was the one who was not enough," he said, his voice breaking. "I was the one who was weak, who was afraid, who could not see what was right in front of me. You were always enough, Aria. You were more than enough. I was the one who failed."

"We don't have a choice." "That's not comforting." "It's realistic." We sat in silence. Partner and chief resident. Parents and professionals. Doing everything. Excelling at nothing. Good enough at work. Present enough at home. Never excellent. Never enough. Just functional. Month one: complete. Eleven more to survive.

This life. And I wouldn’t change a single thing. Not one. Ever. For anything. This was enough. More than enough. This was everything.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

It will never be enough. It is his fault I lost the only person I have ever loved and he keeps on trying to find a replacement. None of them will ever be enough. Maybe except her. A hopeful voice in my mind whispers. No, fuck her! She will just be like the rest of them. I want nothing to do with her.

He needed someone beautiful, model looking, confident, and someone who’d give him a Child, I was none of them. I remembered how they looked into each other eyes with burning love passion, and it dawned on me. “Never in a million years will I get something like that.” I would never have a man that would look me in my eyes with such burning and unquenchable flames of love. Never will I get the chance to stare into a pair of eyes that will look at me with so much love in them. Never will I be worthy of anyone. I would never be enough. I whispered to myself, the words tearing at my heart like a rusty blade. “Oh, Starr, you’re such a fool. Why did I let myself fall so deeply for him?” I whispered

I clutched my hand over my chest, trying to make it stop hurting. “Hey! Hey, baby, please stop.” Someone rushed out, I felt their hands wrap around my gram, holding my closely as I sobbed. Do I really deserve this? Did I do something wrong to be constantly cheated and hurt this way? I’ve tried my best to be good. I’ve done everything to be good yet I am not enough. I wasn’t enough for Damien nor am I enough for Adonis. Am I lacking something? Do I lack something?