Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Beloved The End

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Chapter 144: Beloved, The End

EPILOGUE

Some people survive quietly.

They walk through fire with their mouths shut, and no one ever sees the smoke in their lungs. They wake up every morning with battles still raging in their chest, but still brush their teeth, fold their clothes, answer politely, and carry on like the weight of the world doesn’t tremble on their shoulders.

Some people live like ghosts in their own lives. Not because they want to disappear, but because they were never taught how to take up space.

They are the ones who shrink themselves in crowded rooms. Who apologize before they even speak. Who doubt kindness, brace for disappointment, and flinch at softness like it’s a trick.

And yet… they keep loving. Somehow. They keep hoping. They keep putting one foot in front of the other, even when their bones are heavy with old grief.

They are the ones who have been told they’re too much, too quiet, too emotional, too difficult to love. The ones who were taught to earn affection through obedience, to survive instead of thrive, to never ask for more.

But even the quietest hearts deserve to be heard.

Even the messiest souls deserve gentleness.

Even the ones who’ve stopped believing in miracles… deserve one.

Because love, when it comes right, doesn’t merely rescue…it remembers. It doesn’t demand healing before it enters. It comes in, uninvited, sits beside the brokenness, and says, ‘I see you anyway.

It doesn’t need a grand moment. Sometimes it just slips in through the cracks, and sometimes it’s just the sound of someone staying.

And when someone finally stays, truly stays not because they have to, not out of pity, but because they want to? That kind of love changes everything. Not loudly. Not suddenly. But enough to make someone look at their life and whisper, “Maybe I won’t give up yet.”

That kind of love is rare. But not impossible.

Sometimes, after all the silence and sorrow, it comes. And when it does, it doesn’t erase the past. It just builds something new beside it and makes you stronger.

And the truth is… you don’t need to be perfect to be chosen.

You don’t need to be healed to be loved.

You don’t need to wait until you’re whole to belong somewhere.

Maybe you’ve carried your pain so long that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to not walk in armor. Maybe you’ve worn invisibility like a second skin. Maybe you’ve told yourself that you’re fine with being alone, even though you cry in places no one can hear. Maybe you have been blamed for things you have never done.

You might have tasted the kind of loneliness that doesn’t look lonly on the outside.

You might have smiled when you wanted to scream. Stayed when you should’ve rum.

Loved people who only knew how to take.

You might have been the villain in your own story, and it’s taken everything in you just to try and be better now.

You’re not alone.

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We’ve all carried ghosts.

Some of them wore our names. Some of them looked like people we used to love. Some of them still whisper on quiet nights, reminding us of every wrong step, every missed chance, every time we weren’t good enough.

But you’re still here. And that means something.

It means you’ve outlived versions of yourself you thought would beak you. It means you’ve held on through heartbreaks you thought would end you. It means you’ve survived things you never alk about, and you’ve found beauty anyway. Somewhere,

somehow.

Maybe you’re still finding it.

Maybe you’re still learning how to live with the scar and not just the wound. Maybe you’re still figuring out how to be soft again without feeling like a fool. Maybe you’re still struggling to believe you’re worth staying for, worth choosing, worth loving without condition.

It’s okay.

Healing isn’t linear. Growth isn’t graceful. And real love never demands perfection.

It asks only for honesty.

For effort.

For staying, even when it’s hard.

The truth is, life won’t always offer grand resolutions. It won’t always hand you poetic endings. Sometimes, healing means letting go without closure. Sometimes, peace is a choice you make every single morning, even on the days you don’t believe in it yet.

But you can keep going.

Even in the dark.

Even with a heavy heart.

Even when you don’t know what’s waiting on the other side.

You can still choose to believe that love is real. That kindness matters. That you are allowed to be both wounded and worthy. That you can be deeply flawed and still deeply loved.

And if no one has told you today…

You are allowed to not have it all figured out.

To still cry over things that hurt you.

You are allowed to be messy but soft and stubborn but tender.

You are allowed to want to be held.

You are not too much.

You are not broken beyond repair.

You are not invisible.

You are human.

And that is a miracle all on its own.

So take one deep breath.

Let the armor slide off, just for a little while.

Let the weight fall.

Let someone in.

Let love reach the parts of you that were never told it was safe to h

Because this world needs people like you-

not polished, not perfect-

but real.

People who tremble and try anyway.

Who carry grace in the folds of their story.

Who fall and get back up not because they are fearless,

but because they are full of heart.

You are here.

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