You Left Me Novels & Stories

I was not sure if I was saying it to Gregory or to the version of myself who had once loved him deeply. I walked over to my teammates, and the wind quickly erased all traces of my footprints.

"But I couldn't sleep without you." "Here you were sleeping without me." "It was different, I knew you were in the other room and that you would come into mine and then leave in the morning." A smile formed on her lips. "Other than that, I love you, I said so earlier." "Are you going to leave again?" "Yes, but it won't be for long, I want us to give each other a chance." He rubbed my hands nervously. "He and I need you badly, just the two of us are going to make this strong."

I said and we both just stayed in silence after that. “I will leave and please take care of yourself.” I said getting up. “Thanks for coming.” He said looking at me. “Sorry for coming late.” I said and walked outside. I took a deep breath after I closed the door and rushed outside the hospital. I rubbed my face and left for flat. Just six more months! I chanted to myself and drifted off into sleep on the couch. *Ajay Mehra Pov* “Did she say she loves you?” Mom asked after Jiya left.

It means handing over your whole life. On that wolf bone, a line was carved. To Cain, with all of me and my love. E. I went still. Three months ago. I hadn't yet left for the North, hadn't yet met Rowan. The me of those days, wounded all over by him, was still secretly, telling no one, loving him. I'd quietly had someone begin an acknowledgment token, thinking that if he ever turned back one day, I'd acknowledge him. Later I burned the acknowledgment ground, severed my bloodline, left for the far North, and forgot the whole thing, along with that love.

“When I was four, Dad—” Pete rushed forward and covered his mouth, pulling him away. That is to say, he had known her since he was four. My own child had kept it from me for over a decade. I smiled. Because at that moment, my last attachment to this family vanished. I no longer wanted any of them. I left. Completely left. The first few months after leaving myself were unbearable. I numbed myself with alcohol and gambling, enduring day after day. Then I went to the hospital, and the diagnosis came back.

“Hello?” I instantly felt relieved and teared up some more. My grief and fear formed a lump in my throat, and I tried my best to speak softly with my hoarse voice. “Mom… I didn’t get back in the car. You left me at the rest stop.” I had just said that when my mother refuted, sounding firm and impatient. “Impossible! Before we left, I asked if everyone was in the car. Mandy and Matthew both said yes. How could you have been left behind?”

“He was the one who wasn’t enough. Not you.” I couldn’t believe these words were coming from her. “I made my peace with you years ago, child. I just never said it. He didn’t deserve you then, and he certainly doesn’t now.” She took another drag. “You have strength. Use this money. Build something for yourself. It’s not too late to start.” A bus rumbled into the bay, its doors hissing open. I looked at her one last time, then at the check in my hand. I turned and walked into the shadowy interior of the bus.

I haven't been fine since he left, it felt like a part of me left me all this while, and seeing him now made me so excited that I wanted to hug him over and over again until I smelt like him. "Why didn't you say goodbye to me? Did I tell you the thing I wanted was your money? You could've at least said bye to me, right?" Thinking about the memories now, I couldn't help the tears that streamed down my cheeks at the thought of how miserable I felt when he left. How I waited all day for his text or call but never got it, how it made me feel stupid and rejected. "I'm sorry that had to happen. I was guilty... I had no idea how I was going to break the news of my leaving to you. You were already t

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

I said softly, my heart aching at the thought of leaving. Finally, I left the room, closing the door softly behind me. As I walked out, a lingering feeling wrapped around my chest, as if I was leaving a piece of myself behind. But I knew I had to go. Work awaited, but the memory of our shared passion lingered like a warm embrace.