Before And After Goodbye Novels & Stories

“I guess this is where we part ways and say goodbye.” “Yes it is,” I said, nodding in agreement and walking closer to him to pull him into a hug. “Goodbye, Andrew.” “Goodbye, Amanda,” he replied, holding on to me tightly. “For now.” “For now,” I agreed. “Take care of yourself, Andrew.” “You too,” he replied, his voice soft. “See you sooner than later.” After a few more minutes, he released me and I pulled away from him, stepping back to to look at him with one final smile. I turned away and walked to the bus stop, looking over my shoulders to wave at him.

Right before the abortion, I imagined a million ways he might react—maybe regret, maybe breaking down—but I never expected this. I suddenly burst out laughing, and it hurt so much that my stomach cramped up. The stitches I just got started bleeding a bit. Carl freaked out. "What's so funny?" I looked at the man I had spent six years with and felt nothing but disgust. He was unfamiliar to me now. "Carl, do you have any shame? How could you even say something like that? Just because you're a disgusting person, do you think I am too? I'm nothing like you!"

Ashton finally waved her goodbye, but before he left, he wanted to lean and kiss her on the cheek, while Hannah wanted to give him a hug or a pat on the back. Instead, they lean at the same time and everything becomes suggestive. They again came to the ambiguous scenario of having their faces inches apart staring into each other's eyes. They move a step back and both laugh at the same time. He then stretched his hand and gestured a handshake, which she gladly took. Shortly, he starts walking away from her and she finally closes her door. Ashton stood in front of the elevator waiting for the lift to reach his floor. He stood there contemplating what to do next.

I ask and offer him my hand to shake on it. " Fine. Promise. " He shake it and we hug one more time. " Goodbye , Jerry." I say and walk backwards . " Goodbye and don't call me that. Like ever." I laugh at his grimace and wave . " Take care , Annie!" He shouts. " You too , Jerry!" I shout back and get in cab. I look at the time on my phone- 11:56. Operation complete. Time to meet daddy dearest.

She didn't look at me, only at Grayson, lifting her chin with a brave, understanding smile. "Goodbye. My mom and I are leaving now." The tears I had been holding back finally spilled. I turned quickly, discreetly wiping them away. Grayson grabbed my arm suddenly. "Alicia… she…" His face was full of shock, his pupils contracting as if he had seen something he couldn't comprehend. I seized the moment to pull away, my voice calm but final. "We're leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Ulrich." That was our last goodbye. That day, I took the passports I had prepared long ago, packed our bags, and booked tickets to Furlance. We didn't speak of Grayson again. Alicia even pretended lightly, talking about emailing M

She paused when she saw him like that: broken, miserable, consumed by his sorrow. She sighed. She moved past that pain, yet now, Benjamin was suddenly wallowing in sorrow. There was always a delay between one person's pain and another's remorse. And once that window has passed, no amount of guilt could undo the damage. "Nissa, did it hurt? Back then?" Benjamin looked up, tears clinging to his lashes. While his emotions were spiraling out of control, Nissa stood like a quiet witness to it all: calm, composed, detached. She gave a simple nod.

“But after this, I hope our paths never cross again.” Something flickers in his eyes. It's too quick to name but I don’t wait to understand it. “Goodbye, Noah,” I say, and close the door knowing that goodbye wasn’t just for today. It was for the past, for everything that happened between us, for everything that ever was, and everything that never could be.

That's just how it is. Her eyes held gloating and hostility, dressed up as sympathy. She likely expected me to snap. Instead, I smiled at her with complete sincerity. "Don't worry. We broke up. There's nothing between us anymore. I hope you two last forever. I mean that." Something shifted after I said it. Lucas fell quiet. His gaze lingered on me a moment too long, something unreadable crossing his face. "Rebecca isn't feeling well. We're heading out. Go back in and keep the others company." He took her arm, and they left.

I humoured with a wink causing her to release a giggle followed by a heart-wrenching sob. I took slow steps towards her before bending down a little to come face to face with her, "one last time," I muttered before planting a kiss on her soft lips. This kiss was goodbye, filled with sadness and anguish yet a sense of freedom and calm, it was beautiful but it was final and perhaps that's what made it so perfect.

⸻ Goodbye is not always forever. ⸻ My breathing slowed. ⸻ Move forward. ⸻ Tears streamed down my face. ⸻ Make haste. ⸻ The pain began to fade. ⸻ We will meet again. ⸻ Silence returned. But this time— It wasn’t empty. ⸻ It was waiting. ⸻ I slowly pushed myself up off the ground. The gun still lay a few feet away. ⸻ I looked at it. Then turned away.