NovelEnglish"I'm not trying to win you back because of Calvin," she said, her voice steadier now. "I'm here because I miss you, Sadie. I miss my best friend." And then, just like that, she turned and walked away-rushing out of the library before I could even respond.
She hadn't waited for forgiveness.
Just like she hadn't expected it.
I stared at the door long after Piper had left, my mind spinning, my chest tight with something I didn't want to name.
She said she was sorry.
The words echoed in my head over and over, like they were trying to find a place to settle-but there was no space left insidethat didn't already ache.
I wasn't expecting that. Not today. Not like that. No defenses, no excuses, no clever manipulation. Just... guilt. Pain. Raw and real and pouring out of her like she'd been carrying it for as long as I'd carried my anger.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd that was what scaredmost.
Because it wasn't just that she apologized.
It was that I believed her.
That pang in my chest hadn't been pity-it was recognition. A memory of who we used to be. Of sleepovers and secrets whispered in the dark. Of laughing until we cried and making stupid promises to never let anything cbetween us.
We were a team. The kind of bond that was supposed to last forever. But forever had shattered the moment she believed I could betray her.
And that betrayal-that abandonment-cut deeper than anything else that happened after.
She didn't even try to fight for me.
That was the part I couldn't let go of. Not the choice she made... but that she didn't hesitate to make it. That she didn't stand besidewhen I needed her most.
And yet... today, she did.
Not with words trying to rewrite history, but with truth. A truth I wasn't sure I was ready for.
She'd looked so broken.
She'd always been the strong one-the protector. Even though I used to be fragile, she was the one who keptsteady. She was the one who madefeel safe. And seeing her like that? Fragile. Ashamed. Regretful.
It stirred something inI didn't want to feel.
Forgiveness.
Not full. Not yet. But the seed of it.
And it scared the hell out of me.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBecause forgiving her meant loosening the armor I'd built around my heart. Forgiving her meant that I had missed her And I did. Goddess, I did.
But I'd spent three years turning that love into rage. I'd poured gasoline on every good memory until all I had left was ash. I convinced myself it was safer that way. fo So, what the hell was I supposed to do now? Because the moment she said she missed me... spart ofwanted to let go.
But I didn't.
I just sat there, my hands clenched in my lap, shaking with the weight of everything I hadn't allowed myself to feel in those three years.
I sat there in silence, staring at nothing in particular and heard a voice insidewhisper, louder than before: How long are you going to hold on to the pain, the anger, the bitterness? I had no answer.
Is it worth it? You've carried this for three years.
What has it given you, besides a version of yourself you self you barely m recognize? Is this who you want to be? A woman defined by resentment? The questions echoed, each one cutting deeper.
Why can't you let go? Isn't it time?
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