Novel & Cerita All The Ways We Said Goodbye

What a way to say goodbye… Our case was one of right person, wrong timing, and as I closed my eyes and let the tears roll down to my ears, I muttered under my breath, "I love you, Aiden… I’m sorry it has to end this way, but no matter what it takes, I will be out of your life. For good this time. You deserve much better…"

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

We will meet again, and hold hands again, and even do our special handshake I hate saying goodbye to the ones I like, and you know, I don't like everyone. Thanks for making the tiny list. This might be a bit tough for me to adjust to, but I will. “I'll see you again, Nadine... Goodbye.”

A content, serene smile rested on my countenance. “Goodbye, for now, Pa, Adrian. We’ll visit you again soon.” ~THE END~

Currently I'm at the airport consoling my mom that everything was going to be alright. " Goodbye's are said to people who we know we will never meet again so come back soon my dear we will wait for you." These were the last words I heard from my mom before proceeding further into the airport . On arrival I went over to a hotel for my stay. Things are going to be great tomorrow . I encouraged myself before falling into deep slumber.

And I realized I liked that gaze very much—and the person behind it even more. I started the car again. In the rearview mirror, Samantha finally picked up the shredded ticket and limped away into the street corner. Snow began to fall. Celine turned on the heater, and soft Christmas music played through the car speakers. I pressed the accelerator, watching her face glow gently in the snowlight, and suddenly understood—true rebirth is not revenge, but learning how to plant flowers in the ruins. This time, I could finally say it without hesitation. Goodbye. And never again.

] I floated above the city, watching the three people I once loved end their sinful lives in the most tragic manner. I said softly to the system, "A little longer." I went to my grave. The flowers in front of the tombstone had wilted, but the tombstone was spotless. "Goodbye, Dad." "Goodbye, Mom." "Goodbye, Egor." "Goodbye, Jasmine." I quietly bid them farewell, saying goodbye to them and also to my once naive self who thought love could last forever. Never forgive. Never meet again. [Time remaining: 0.]

It was a simple gesture of concern for an elder. He replied with just a single line. "I'm fine. Don't worry." I understood what he meant. After that, I'd only send him a standard holiday greeting, and he'd reply with a short, reciprocal message: "You too." With Aunt Gianna's unwavering support, I began to travel, taking in the world's breathtaking landscapes. I sat on the plane, looking out at the endless sea of white clouds. That was when I realized that my spring has just begun.

It’s already 7:00 pm and I’m still writing this because maybe I don’t have a gift for her this birthday. I've been lost for words lately. I feel like spontaneity is starting to leave me too, like you did. My tears are become strangers, it's been a while. And I'm starting to think that perhaps this is how you too left. Slowly. Sad. Maybe you said goodbye, maybe a lot of times in a form of a whisper during those nights we disappointed each other. That is why when you quietly packed yourself and left me. I cannot ask and utter a word. Maybe I knew all along. After all, all the words has long been silently said.

Amelia’s POV When the time came for all of us to go our separate ways, I hugged Sienna tightly, and then said goodbye to the kids. When it came to say goodbye to Damien, he and I stood there awkwardly, looking at each other, unsure what to do. We weren’t close enough for a hug, were we? But a handshake felt too impersonal. How were we supposed to say goodbye? Or were we now stuck here in this endless awkward moment of uncertainty for all of time?