You Never Let Go Chords Novels & Stories

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I have no intention of letting you go, ever. ***

The moment I jammed the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life. This was my masterpiece, the result of eight years of sleepless nights spent modifying it. "Elara!" Leo was standing at the garage entrance, holding a real gun. "Where are you going?" he shrieked, his voice a mix of panic and rage. "You can't leave! I'm not done with you yet! You don't get to go!" I slammed the clutch, shifted into first. "Goodbye, Leo. I'm not coming back. Just like you wanted."

But they were not listening to me at all, so darting at the door I called out, “yes, Mr. Wizz, we are about to head out.” Hearing his name both of them parted away as if nothing happened. Seeing them I burst into laughter and pushing Tarry towards the door I said, “let’s go to the rehearsal hall. Stop messing around.” Trying to stay back, he mumbled, “what? I am messing around? He is the one…” he paused and turned his head toward Newt questioning, “where are you going?” “To the rehearsal hall,” he replied shortly. “Why are you following us?” “Tarry, stop it, and let’s go,” I said, still pushing him but I came to a halt seeing Aadora entering the classroom.

It was the unspoken rule between them — two calls meant urgent, and urgent meant you picked up. She called a third time. On the second ring, someone answered. Not Neva. A man's voice. Calm. Unhurried. The voice of someone who had been expecting this call. "Ms. Voss," he said. "Your mother is fine. She'll stay that way as long as you come alone tonight." A pause. "The address on the card. Nine o'clock." Another pause. "And leave Mr. Rhys behind this time. I won't ask twice."

Ten minutes later, her text popped up on my phone. [Lincoln, I have to stay with Gurney to meet his parents. I'll definitely visit your mom the next time!] I was not even surprised. In the past two years, I had lost count of how many times I heard that same phrase. 'Next time, for sure'. Missed our anniversary? 'Next time, for sure'. Bailed on visiting my mother? 'Next time, for sure'. Too busy to go get our marriage registered? 'Tomorrow, for sure'.

"You fret in your own grease, and I won't forgive you. Never." He looked at me in despair, trembling as he pulled out the diamond ring he had thrown under the bed. "I regret it so much," he stammered. "I'm sorry. Please, give me another chance." Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, snowflakes began to fall again, just like the day we first met. I looked away and slowly stood up. "Let go. While I still remember the good parts about you, let go." His hand drooped, and his shoulders slumped.

Although, I could hear her say a soft 'okay', and I assumed she proceeded to call mom and dad now. "Here, let me take her," Mike, I assumed, offered. "Don't touch her," Dalton ground out, and felt his hold on me tightened. "Just start the car. Here..." I was being shifted, and I heard the jingle of the keys, like it was being thrown, "...you drive. Now, let's go." Before I passed out, I heard Dalton say, "Hold on, Charlie. Just hold on for me." Funny he had to say that. I knew he meant for me to stay awake, but if he only knew how much I wanted to hold on to him, instead of letting him go.

Because I loved him, I eventually chose to forgive him and reconcile. Since then, I never argued or complained again. But this time was different. I wasn't throwing a tantrum. I was truly letting go.

Sophie's POV I was too drained to answer. All I felt was bone-deep exhaustion. But my reaction seemed to cut Ian to the core. He grabbed me by the collar with both hands and let out a furious, mocking laugh. "You pushed me to do this, Sophie. I was going to let everything go after tonight, but now, I need you to feel every ounce of the pain I did," he hissed. He suddenly released me and beckoned Jessica over. "Sophie and I are having our wedding soon. When the time comes, you'll be the bride."