Romans & histoires You Rejected Me Remember

“Since you're going to reject me, just do it already.” This time, I couldn't stop King from taking over.

I say. "And now you're here." I look at my tea. "This is why the rejection felt so violent," I say slowly, working it out. "Not just emotionally. It wasn't — just a personal wound. I was pulled from a place I was anchored to. I was uprooted." "Yes," Delara says. "And Casen—" I stop. "He never knew."

From a hidden drawer, she carefully removed an old photograph. The edges had faded with time. In the picture stood a much younger Ryan beside her, both smiling during happier days. Samantha brushed a thumb lightly across the image. For a long moment, she simply stared. Then her expression hardened. "You made a promise once, Ryan," she said quietly. "And very soon..." She slipped the photograph back into the drawer and closed it with deliberate care. "...you're going to remember." Outside her apartment window, the lights of Miami sparkled against the night sky.

I nodded slowly, tightening my grip on his hands, “do this for me. I know it's hard but you have t—” “I'm sorry, but I'm not going to accept his rejection.” Lisa's voice suddenly rang out, her eyes swirling with a thousand emotions. She sized me up, her eyes roaming my body, “Luna, why would you suggest such? You know how painful a rejection is. It could kill me.”

Moana * "I’m sure that I didn’t mean that in reality," I whispered, thinking very hard about the rejection. I didn’t remember anything. The last memory that Lenora showed me was that I was furious at Alaric. Could it be possible that, in anger, I would have rejected him? I didn’t remember much about then, but I learned the same thing tonight, and I was pissed at him again, but I didn’t want to reject him. ‘I’m insecure, and I don’t want him to love me as his ex-wife. That’s it.’

“Is that really what you want?” Russo’s eyes turned cold and his expression remained stoic. “I, Russo Rosetti, reject you, Olivia Jenkins, as my mate.” Olivia gasped and clutched her chest. “I … accept your rejection.” Russo didn’t waste any time and he walked towards the woman where she was taking her luggage out of the car’s trunk. “Tammy Wilder …” “Russo Rosetti, still breaking hearts I see,” she said with a grin.

His finger gently stroked my skin. Don't. Don't love me. "I want you." He added and my heart squeezed tighter. I want you too. But I can't- I shook my head again, i slowly removed his hand from over my cheek and took a step backward, "No, i am sorry." A tear escaped my eye, "I can't." I said and directly stormed out of his house. **End of Flashback** A tear escaped my eye at the memory. I rejected his offer the first time, i was afraid, I thought he would hurt me later, i though he would leave.

It was beautiful and strong, just like my mate… until it snapped and disappeared. I stared into Asena's blue eyes in agonizing disbelief. I had never heard words more painful than her rejection. Panic erupted, violently traveling through every piece of me. I shook my head, or at least I thought I did. I refused to accept her decision. My mouth opened, releasing a nearly soundless gnarl, “Why?!”

"I don't want to interfere in your relationship, but when was the last time he actually chose you over work?" The question caught Ava entirely off guard as she searched for an answer. One week ago? A month? Three months? The harder she thought, the more she realized she couldn't remember. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. Sarah reached across the desk and gently squeezed her hand, reminding her that she deserved someone who actually made time for her. Ava forced a smile and agreed, but knowing something and truly believing it were two very different things.