Words I Wish I Said Novels & Stories

"I missed out on a lot of things, huh?" "I wish I could say..." I stopped myself before I could complete the sentence. I realize how powerful my words are now. I do not dare accidentally use it. "Go on, wish for it," he said, teasing. I shook my head and gave him my best attempt at a smile. "I shouldn't," I whispered. "I was about to say something about next time." "I get it," he said. "Wish for it." No matter how much he teases me, I still can't say that wish.

I had cried so much that evening and the woman had wrapped me in her arms, combing my hair with her fingers as she consoled me. "I wish you were my mother." I said between my sobs. Of course she gasped and had tried to say something but had thankfully decided to stay mute. Maybe she wished she was as well but the words had sprung forth from my mouth before I could even stop my self from saying them but I'd realized that it was something I desperately wished was true.

He smirked. His breath hit my face as he leaned closer towards my lips. I couldn't stop smiling, impatiently waiting for the moment our lips would finally touch. I placed my arms on his firm shoulders, sliding them towards his neck. A breath away and my wish would come true, our lips would meet in a heated passion. A passion that was already burning my soul. Wishes did come true. For some reason, that thought brought a familiar saying to my mind. "Wishes do come true, it just depends on the wish. The small ones come true almost immediately, but the big wishes take time. But they do come true. So your wish will come true, my little apple, all it takes is patience."

“I guess what I’m saying is, I wish you were here to see it. Or maybe I just wish you were here, period. Anyway… yeah. That’s it. Call me back if you want.” Silence. Then the automated voice: End of message. She replayed it again. And again. Each time, she searched for something new, something buried beneath the casual phrasing. Did his pause mean more? Did the quiet laugh under his breath hold an affection he didn’t dare put into words? By the fifth replay, she was dissecting the word wish as if it were a contract clause. He hadn’t said need. He hadn’t said miss. He had said wish. And yet, the fact that he wished at all… was that enough?

I would rather not do this than die because of something I never wanted in the first place, I muttered inside my head. “Are you deaf? Are you dumb? Isn’t your tongue working? Why aren’t you saying anything?” she snapped again. I snapped back to reality and quickly bowed my head. “I—I’m sorry,” I said softly, my voice shaking. “I apologize.” My breath trembled as I spoke again. “I do have something to say. Just a little thing. And I hope… I hope my wish gets granted.” “Yes! Go on. I’m all ears. Spit it out.” My fingers twisted together nervously as I spoke.

I whispered, my voice soothing. I sat down beside her, worry etched on my face. "I wish for a lot of things, Tia," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wish for peace, for safety, for a life free from the threats that surround us." I looked at her, my eyes searching for understanding. "I need time, Tia, time to be able to tell you what's in my heart."

I laughed while watching his retreating back. However, my laugh quickly morphed into a bitter smile when I remembered what I wished for. "How could I say it out loud?" I muttered under my breath. How could I say my wish to you? When you're the one that I wished for.

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎-𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒

This gave us immense peace. I placed my head on his shoulders while he smiled looking at me. "I wish, I could stop the time right here and right now," I spoke in a sad tone. "You have no idea how much I wish the same," he replied. "What a chaotic mess is this. Our lives," I uttered. "I wish I could deny that," he chuckled. "I wish," I gasped and went silent. We had so many 'I wish' but we could see none of them coming true. I had chosen my path and so did he.

I felt so jealous and I wished I could experience this kind of feeling, but I dare not as I am not allowed to. I wish I could be geniuinely happy with Leo and I don't have to pretend to love him. I wish my parents never died and I married Leo because I was truly in love with you. I wish I didn't need to avenge my parents death. But like they say, if wishes were horses. I have to face the reality of my life and be happy for others that are experiencing genuine happiness.