NovelEnglishChapter 282: To Fight for Love Nova's POV I fold the last piece of clothing into my bag, my hands shaking with every movement.
Everything feels heavier than it should, like the weight of my decision is pressing down on me, threatening to crush me.
This room, this pack, it was my hfor so long. But now, it's becunbearable.
Every corner holds memories I wish I could forget, memories that keeptied to a past I no longer have a place in.
Drystan.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis nalone sends a sharp pang through my chest. I close my eyes, trying to push away the thoughts of him, of what could've been, but it's no use.
He's everywhere, in everything. I can't escape him, not while I'm here. I can't pretend anymore. It hurts too much.
I open my eyes, looking down at the half-packed bag. My heart feels like it's shattering with every item I shove inside, but this is the only option. I can't stay.
Not when Drystan and Astrid have found their way back to each other. I can't be the reason they fall apart again. I won't be the one standing in the way of their happiness.
No matter how much it tearsapart inside.
I bite my lip, the tears threatening to spill over, but I won't let them. Not now. I've cried enough over this. Over him. Over what we could've been.
But what's the point of holding on to something that was never truly mine? Drystan made his choice. And I have to make mine.
Leaving is the only way I'll survive this. I can't keep pretending that I'm okay, that seeing him with her every day doesn't killa little more each time.
He deserves happiness, and so does Astrid. I care about them both too much to stay and cause more pain. And if I'm honest with myself, I deserve a chance to move on too.
But why does it hurt so much to walk away? The sound of the zipper closing feels final, like I'm sealing away every last hope, every last bit of love I've kept hidden for so long.
My chest tightens, and I have to remind myself to breathe, to keep going. There's no turning back now.
I can't wait for Drystan's permission, can't wait for him to try and convinceto stay. He wouldn't understand why I need to do this.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe'd tellthings will get better, that we can all figure it out. But he doesn't see what I see. He doesn't feel what I feel.
Staying will break me.
I throw my bag over my shoulder, casting one last look around the room. The memories here - the late-night conversations, the shared laughter, the unspoken moments-none of it matters anymore.
It's all in the past. I need to leave it behind before it drowns me.
"Nova, are you really sure about leaving?" I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard Michael's voice.
I turned to where his voice cfrom and saw him standing at the doorway, staring atwith concern etched on his face, his arms crossed as if he was preparing for a battle I hadn't expected to fight.
"Have you packed your bags already?" I asked, trying to brush off the question, trying to avoid the inevitable confrontation. I didn't want to talk about it. Not now. Not when my emotions were already teetering on the edge. Michael stepped into the room, his gaze steady, not giving in to my attempt to change the subject. "Nova, don't change the topic. Are you really sure about this?" I exhaled sharply, avoiding his eyes. "I have to go, Michael. There's nothing left forhere."
His brows furrowed, and he took another step closer, his voice gentler but firm "You think leaving is going to solve everything? Just like that?"
I clenched my jaw, trying to keep the emotions from spilling over. "I don't have a choice, Drystan and Astrid... they're back together, and I can't stay here and watch that. It'll kill me." Michael didn't move. He just stood there, staring atwith an intensity that made it impossible to ignore him. "You're running away, NovThat's what this is. You're not solving anything by leaving. You're just avoiding it." "I'm not running," I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended. "I'm doing what I have to do. I can't be here anymore, not when I'm constantly reminded of what I'll never have."
He shook his head, his expression hardening with determination "No, you're giving up. You're giving up without even fighting."
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