سوء الفهم Novels & Stories

"Don't be sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations, ok?" "Learn to understand the meaning of the sentence whatever, because tonight I will learn a lot

I said with a shudder. "I will let you, but it's not my fault if your burns will ache after." Felix chuckled. He made me raise my eyebrows with that excuse, but I realized he was right. For a few minutes, there was silence between us. There felt peace deep inside my heart after hearing he didn't hate me and Felix didn't hate me. In that short pause, Felix broke the silence, "Are we good now?" "I-I guess so," I answered, still a bit unsure. However, I knew that answer was enough to end the misunderstandings, and soon those disappointments would pass.

What a bad impression. ....

What is wrong with me? ---

Cold. Wrong. Empty.

It searched for reasons to accept the easier story and it found them and it stopped looking. I know this. I have known this for two years. Understanding why someone broke something doesn’t fix the thing. My coffee has gone lukewarm. I drink it anyway and turn to a clean page and write at the top: Case study options. Below it I write three possibilities, all of them legitimate, none of them what I’m actually thinking about. My phone buzzes. A number I don’t have saved. But I know it. I know it the way you know a song you haven’t heard in years. It starts playing before you even place it.

DISBELIEF. Inability to accept that something is true or real. Opening his eyes, Dylan couldn’t believe he was back to being admitted to the hospital for an incident he could have avoided. He feels a sharp pain come from his lower abdomen and curses under his breath as he could have avoided the knife if not for missing a step.

“You do know, don’t you?” “But I can’t even spend time with him, mom even told me to avoid him and that he is a bad man. Why would she do that, why would she say such a thing?” “That my dear, is where you come into the picture. Like I said, your mother and father are both lost and they need you to lead them back home. They belong to each other, no matter how much they believe they hate each other now, all they need is to be locked up together in a room and for them to talk it out. Once they do that, you will see how the whole house will be overflowing with love, they just need to talk. Your mother have a lot of explaining to do and your father have a lot of listening to do and also to practi

Peter flashes across my eyes but I brush it off just as quickly, I’m not a pushover either. Deep down I know it wasn’t my fault, fates hands work at the speed of interpretation to no one but something’s stirs in me for what was taken from me. My friend. Shaking the thoughts out Ken gives me my drink. Her smile cracks a bit but she fixes herself and goes to walk off, a sense of urgency overcomes me, “Does Ken stand for anything .. longer?” I hesitate with my words, seems I forgot how to speak. She looks back surprised written all over her face but she comes back and smile so sweetly and warm my chest tighten and I fight the urge to close my eyes. It feels like acceptance.

Lorenzo asked in one breath. "I-I do but Lorenzo you have to understand. I-I don't want to pass on these messed up genes to a poor innocent child. I c-can't." Bonnie whispered. "Bonnie-" he cupped her face. "-it's not your fault, okay. It's not your fault that you're like this. You're beautiful just the way you are. If the baby is also blind, I'll love you both so much. So much." Bonnie lowered her head, resting her head on Lorenzo's chest. She slowly nodded mumbling a small 'okay'