Nothing Wrong Novels & Stories

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It felt as if I moved an inch that mom would smack my head because I could see how angry she looked, so I stayed put, not breaking eye contact as I spoke. "Am not with any gun". I said and her eyes narrowed. "Jessica don't joke around with me". Mom warned. "I told you I am not with any gun mom". I stated plainly. "Mom, what's wrong?". I heard Rebecca ask as she stood at the stairs. "Nothing... Rebecca". Mom said to Rebecca.

"Luna! Luna, Something's wrong!" My heart clenched.

Ignoring everything. Not again. right?

She was wrong. *

No disturbance. Nothing to worry about nor think about.

“This is my girlfriend. Nova and I are together.” The words landed heavy, final, deliberate. My pulse skipped at hearing them out loud, even though I knew it was all performance. Bruno barked out a laugh, bitter and harsh. “You’ve got to be joking. You’re dating my ex?” He turned to his mother, searching for backup. “Tell me you don’t approve of this.” Margaret set her teacup down with delicate precision. “I didn’t say I approved. But your brother is free to bring home whoever he chooses.”

"Did I do something wrong?" His eyes softened again. He took my hand and squeezed it. Before I could say anything else, he pulled me into a hug and held me against his chest. I was going to protest and pull away as he was covered in grease, but something made me want to stay right where I was. "You have done nothing wrong, Millie," he said and held me tighter. I could hear his fast heartbeat that matched my own. I had a feeling he was not okay. He was acting weird. He didn't even use one of his crazy nicknames just now!

The one I'd wear when I married her. But reality, as always, had its own cruel timing. The ill-fitting suit. The monogram sewn into the lining that wasn't my name. Her cold, dismissive gaze. I realized the woman I loved most no longer had any love left for me. Maybe the truth was, we'd already gone wrong five years ago. Or maybe… we were never right to begin with.