10 years of nothing—now i'm gone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And for the first time in ten years, I believed it. THE END

For nine years, whenever I was angry, a proper apology and the right gifts were always enough. This time, though, I had gone so far as to print a severance agreement. Ordinary gifts would never be enough. After he landed, Kael went straight to a tattoo studio. From his wallet, he pulled out an old design I had sent him five years ago. He placed it in front of the artist and said, “I’m in a hurry.” “No anesthetic.”

It was heavy, but her grip didn't waver. When she arrived at the podium, she let her eyes sweep calmly over the crowd. "Thank you," she said, her voice steady and firm. "Thank you to the committee, and thank you to my teammates. "Five years ago, I first stepped onto a battlefield," she continued, a hint of reflection in her voice. "Back then, I was carrying wounds of my own. I believed that recording other people's pain would help me escape my past." The hall went silent. "But I was wrong."

For a time, I thought I could do it. As it turned out, I was wrong. I couldn't do it. "I'm not throwing a tantrum. I just don't love you anymore and don't want to be this close to you," I said. Colleen stared at me with a sinister look in her eyes. "Say that again." "I could say it ten times and it would still be the same. I don't love you anymore and want to keep my distance from you."

"9,995, 9,996, 9,997…" Wilson's voice was a little hoarse after having counted for close to three hours. He was finally reaching the end. "10,000!" He opened his eyes, looking a little tired, which was rare for him. He'd had enough of these prank-like orders. "Ms. Ivory, I'm done," he said. "Do you have any other orders?" The room was silent. No one answered him.

His massive figure loomed over me as he bowed his head. It was hard to believe that such a massive and powerful wolf was merely a Beta in the Southern Woodlands. Alas, such was the mysterious Frostfang pack, my real home. With Jax in my arms, I climbed onto Noah's back. He sprinted off, disappearing into the night. I turned around and looked at where I'd lived for the last three years. Then, I tossed my phone into a lake. This was farewell for good, Theo.

All he could do was fix his eyes on me and yell, "You said you love me, Celeste! How can you get married to another man instead? You lied to me!" Toying with my lace gloves, I replied, "I did love you, but I don't anymore. I got too tired. I'm in love with someone else now, and marrying him is a dream come true for me. Don't you have someone else that you've loved all these years too? Isn't this for the best then? We both get to marry the person we want to marry." However, Jonah continued to protest, saying, "I didn't agree to break up with you!"

"Sir, your parents have instructed me not to let you leave this room." Connor was surprisingly calm. Instead of resisting, he merely nodded and returned to his bed, looking frail. He picked up his phone and logged into his social media, where he typed the words—World Finance Center Rosie Clark—into the search box. The first video that popped up had garnered millions of views. A familiar face grinned at me from the screen. Jasmine, sneering, accused me of being boring and utterly dim until even my own boyfriend could not stand me. Yet I could not seduce a wealthy replacement as I had hoped, and it was a great waste considering my career put me within reach of so many such people!

Sometime later, she seemed to have gotten nightmares as she suddenly jolted awake. She used to be so afraid of the dark, but now, she was sitting alone in a huge graveyard. "I miss you, Leo. I want to talk to you. Please talk to me. Please respond to me, okay?" she pleaded humbly. I hovered beside her, carefully spreading my arms so that I wouldn't pass through her body. I pretended that I could still actually hug her. I kept her company for three days and three nights. Coincidentally, this went on until my death anniversary. At that moment, I had been dead for exactly a decade.