You Weren't Supposed To Leave Mga Nobela at Kwento

I didn’t sαy goodbye. I didn’t leαve α letter. I just left.

“But why did you leave then? Why did you go to Chicago? You didn’t even say goodbye to me.” My stomach twisted painfully as I tried to find the words to explain something that didn’t even make sense to me yet. “I didn’t leave you, Celia,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “I had to go. It was part of what we do here, part of making sure everything stays safe. But I was never going to leave you behind. It was just for a couple days and I’m right back. I’m sorry if it hurt you, but I have a tough job. You know that, right?”

“We know why you left, we just--we just wish you would have trusted us.” “I didn’t want to trust anyone.” I confessed, feeling the knot within my stomach slowly unravel at the confession. “I didn’t want this life, this responsibility. Pushing you two away meant I didn’t have to deal with it all. I had planned to leave once I graduated, but--things changed.”

It was mandatory to have an invitation card which I and mom were not aware of, if we had known, we wouldn’t have embark on the long journe, down to the palace. She doesn’t want to leave, I was dragging her softly so we could leave. I won’t like the people passing by, to start staring and wanting to gather on us for no good reason. Not like we were poor, we were doing pretty good conveniently. It was just that we were a low-key pack member and not an influential person, who was heading a major post on the pack. “Let’s go, mummy.” I repeated myself. Maybe she didn’t heard me probably then, so I spat out the words again to her ears. She was still standing rigid and not ready to take a leave soo

To remind him, I was trapped here. But I couldn’t do that, because now I knew something else. I typed the message: ‘I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE HERE, NOT YET.’

Barely. “We’re leaving,” I said again, my voice firm.

I thought he already left. “Sorry for dragging you in this stuffy place. I just need to tell you something before I leave,” he said in a quiet voice, almost whispering. “You’re leaving?” I couldn’t even mask the disappointment in my voice. Damn. “Unfortunately, it was part of the deal.” “What deal?”

“You need to leave.” “Now.” But it was already too late for that.

“You were never supposed to leave the territory.” Then everything went black.

the cost. “I followed you,” I said. Because there was nothing else to say. zayden exhaled sharply. running a hand through his hair a gesture too human for this place. “You weren’t supposed to,” he said. The words landed. as regret. “I wasn’t supposed to leave you,” I replied the answer immediate. because that was the line. the one I refused to cross. the space around us didn’t react. didn’t shift. because this was the system.