It's Not About You の小説・ストーリー

Wyatt winced as he pricked himself again with the razor. He blew out a breath, concentrating as he guided the blade around his jaw. “You’re just going to keep her company, dude, cheer her up, that’s all… This is not a date. And you’re definitely not having a fling.”

“I have nothing to feel guilty about! You’re overthinking.” “Turn your phone over. Let me see what he said.” “…He just made a joke.”

you know it amazing – U-umm ohh So --- So what ? When are you taking me for a coffee ? see I need the same hospital coffee ok.. I-if you want the same coffee ..then why don’t you come and drink here and go – Are you serious ..its a hospital ..if the hospital authorities get to know that I only came for a coffee ..m-my image will be tarnished ..i-I just cannot embarrass my self like that .. Ohh so finally you understood that it’s a hospital not a café –so please pardon me ..i need to leave ..

“You got jealous this Adrianna girl was all over him?” She was laughing. Hard. Way too hard for someone who was supposed to comfort me. I rolled my eyes. “Hilarious, truly. And I was not jealous. We don’t have anything. We don’t even have a relationship.” Leah snorted. “Right. Keep telling yourself that.” I wrapped my hands around my mug, taking a sip of my tea to avoid responding. The café hummed around us—chairs scraping, coffee machines hissing, cutlery clinking.

It isn’t. It’s about territory. And I have never lost territory.

“𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗰𝘂𝘁. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼

Not to anyone. Not yet.

"Kallie gave me blood once, okay? She kinda saved my life. "It's just her birthday—what's the big deal? So I skipped getting the license today. You're seriously mad about that?" Mad? Over that? I let out a dry laugh. So to him, our marriage license was just a footnote. Less important than a random birthday. Maybe I loved too quietly all these years. Maybe that's why he thought everything should revolve around him. But I was done. I didn't need a love that made me feel invisible. When I didn't answer, he stepped in, arms sliding around my waist, voice soft.