Novel & Cerita Will Never Be Enough

And still, I feel that would not be enough. Never 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."

Sorry would never be enough. Not for this. Not even close.

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."

But it’s not enough, it’ll never be enough. Tiana is gone.

"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.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“This isn’t nearly enough.” It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Nothing that this woman did would ever be enough for me. I was realizing that when it came to Serenity, I was a greedy man who wanted to see each and every one of her expressions. Hear each and every noise that she was capable of making. And I wanted to witness all her emotions. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.” I whisper, working her to another orgasm. “Never.”