Before And After Goodbye Novels & Stories

Again. I fucking hate that he didn’t even bid goodbye to me. He said thank you, yes. He gave his “wholehearted” gratitude in front of my face. But can he also do that the moment he leaves? Goodbye is just two syllables, that’s just so easy to be uttered. Or he can even wave a hand to me. Anyway, what’s done is done. What happened has already happened, time only runs forward. Never backward.

Some people are part of your life for so long that you cannot imagine a version of yourself without them. Until one day, you have to. This is a story about first love, growing up, and the people we were before goodbye. The People We Were Before Goodbye.

She whispers, walking back, and I squeeze her hand, shaking my head. “I’m glad I met you too, Shayla Hart.” She pulls her hand back and whispers goodbye and walks away from me for the last time. I watch as she disappears out the front entrance and I sigh, closing my eyes, my heart slowly sinking to the pit of my stomach. “Goodbye”

I walked past him, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the close button without the slightest hint of reluctance. I arrived at Blair's house half an hour later. I told my best friend about my miscarriage. She hugged me and comforted me, coaxing me for hours. I never once bothered texting Caleb the entire time. Instead, he sent me a text consisting of a single question mark. I ignored it. He shot me another text the following day, saying, "The breakfast they serve out here tastes horrible." Blair, who was sitting at the dining table and enjoying breakfast with me, regarded me with unconcealed bewilderment before blurting, "I can't believe you're still here! You actually stayed here instead

"You've been there for me when I needed you, and I won't forget that." They stood in that embrace, two souls intertwined in a bittersweet moment, cherishing the connection they had forged. As they finally pulled apart, Chloe mustered a small smile, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. "Goodbye, Aiden," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of farewell. "Take care of yourself, and may our paths cross again one day." Aiden nodded, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. "Goodbye, Chloe," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of longing and acceptance. "May your journey bring you the happiness and fulfillment you seek."

His eyes held mine, filled with a fragile hope. My heart raced, and I bent down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "You'll get your reward when you're better." His eyes sparkled, suddenly alive with light, as if I had given him a sky full of stars. "Deal," he whispered. I stepped back, watching him through the glass, lying there still yet so full of fight. Just like that, my battered heart began to heal.

Zoe quickly noticed the change in his mood and hurriedly sent over a live video from the wedding motorcade. "Mr. Cole, look. Iris has already gotten into the wedding car. Maybe she just didn't bring her phone with her?" Adrian looked at the video of me dressed in a pure white wedding gown with my head slightly lowered as I smiled. There was joy in my eyes that he had not seen in a long time. For no clear reason, he relaxed, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously. "Maybe." No matter what he had done before, after today, he would definitely make it up to Iris properly.

"The divorce agreement was notarized a month ago. I don't need to redo any procedures now, right?" His reply was brief. "No." After a short pause, he added, "Congratulations, Ms. Neel." I smiled and hung up. I sat there quietly until night fell. Three hours left. I packed all my luggage and bought a plane ticket for the next day. Two hours left. I cut up every photo of us together, leaving only myself in the album. Last hour. I neatly placed the divorce agreement on the table. I thought about leaving a message, then decided against it.

“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.

“I already said goodbye.” “No. You said sorry. You said sorry a thousand times. You never said goodbye.” Maya's eyes were soft, the color of hazelnut shells, the same color they had been in life. “I need you to say it. And I need you to mean it. Not as a punishment. As a gift.” Eliana's throat closed. The coffee in her hands trembled, sending ripples across the black surface. “I don't know how to leave you.”