You Will Always Be My Favorite What If นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As I delicately stroked his image, a wistful smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "What if you had never gone abroad," I murmured softly, the words escaping in a whisper tinged with longing. what if we never asked for help from Mrs. Rossi, What if I never talk to Steve? What if I never come at Mrs. Sofia's house? May be nothing will happen, we were living together happily, but what's the point of thinking now, everything is mess, nothing can be done. I'm ruined, used and no one wants people like me in their life...."

Finally, he spoke up. "I won't lie and say it wouldn't be easier if it was just you and me. But so many things would have to be different. I know you care about me, and I know you care equally about Michael and Nick. If they'd never been born, or if we lived in an alternate dimension where they didn't exist, then sure. "But the way things are now, I don't think you'd be as happy if it were just the two of us. And I'm not saying that out of insecurity. I think the way things are is how they were always meant to end up."

Alina's hand was warm in mine. It's kinda funny... like I was the one who didn't want to let go of her hand. I had so many "What ifs" running through my head. Especially the one that kept echoing. What if I never left? Would we still be the same? Would she still look for me? Would she still want me? Would we have ended up together? But even I don't know the answers to my own question. I'm not sure if she'll ever truly like me.

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"If I had a favorite colour, that would be black and don't try to make a speculation or interrogate me a little father. Why is your favourite colour your favorite colour?" A killer way to enquire two questions in one. Score one for Mokunfayo Badmus.

"White House down favorite thing to do?" "Video games you?" "Same Best friend?" "Oliver and Elliot favorite subject?" "Music yours?" "Lunch what to do when you're all alone at home?" "N*****x and Chill with pizza and everything sweat and let me guess you would grow a party right?" "Yeah but not always, who is your favorite brother?" "Oo nice questions but I don't have a favorite one, who's your favorite brother?" "Can't choose, love them both equally, Your idea of a perfect date?" he said

my soul has lost that ignited fire of it, without her around me. If I had a superpower, I would choose teleportation, so I would never have to miss her ever. craziness is a part, but on a serious point I'm missing her so much. and that unexpected hug from her made me crave for her more than anything. That hug sparked a fire inside me that I was holding for a long time. That hug moment still plays fresh in front of my eyes.

'' I asked confused. ''Think about this…'' He paused for some seconds before he continued, ''Think about what you would have turned out to be if everything turned out the opposite on your eighteenth birthday. What if you met Mia, and she wasn't your sister but happened to be just a member of the pack? What if you found out that your mom really died from a longtime illness instead of the lies you were told. Perhaps you would have grown to be a better version of yourself.'' He explained while I listened attentively.

Including family and not enemy? But at the same time I wonder. The man who actually came to kill my parents the old man. Would have killed them right. There. Would I have ended up in the orphanage? And not at the mansion? Wouldn't even that would have been given me happiness? Just! It makes me keep wondering. That, what if? This is the worst thing to question. What if?? What if? What if? Because its a non ending question. And I constantly live in it. Despite knowing that it will never and won't change anything that have been done. Like this! I just keep wondering.

She turns her head back at me with those pitiful eyes, and I shoot her back with blazing glares. "You may also leave the room, Alfred." "Are you sure, my love?" Alfred asked with a little hesitation, and Melissa hold his hand firmly. She smiled at him, giving him some kind of assurance. "Yes, my love." Nodding, Alfred finally submits to his lover's request, and he turns around to march out of my room together with Auntie Blare. Thankfully! The burdens on my shoulders have been lifted. Well, except for one--- This so-called best friend of mine refuses to slip away from my sight. She might be eye candy for a Lady, but I don't feel assured when I'm with her.