Before I Let Go Novels & Stories

His once-perfect suit was wrinkled, and dark circles rested under his eyes. The man who once ruled the city had finally fallen. He whispered bitterly to himself, “All gone… everything.” His phone vibrated on the table. He looked at the screen and sighed when he saw the name — Michael, his former assistant. “Sir,” Michael said quietly when Ethan answered, “I just wanted to tell you that… I’m leaving too. There’s nothing left to save.” Ethan closed his eyes. “I understand, Michael. You’ve done enough. Thank you.”

Understanding me without words, she helped me gain clarity, using her magic to root away the fear and pain. And I realized something important. Letting go wasn’t about forgetting or pretending the pain hadn’t happened. It was about choosing not to let it control me anymore. If I didn’t let go, I’d never move forward. I’d be stuck in this endless cycle of fear and mistrust, unable to truly embrace what Zane was offering. Unable to love him back! I closed my eyes and pictured that picket fence thread I’d been clutching so tightly. I imagined its sharp edges biting into my skin, the blood that had dripped from holding on for so long. And then, with a shaky breath, I let it go.

So I turned off the lights, crawled into bed alone, and whispered one last thing before sleep dragged me under: “I hope you’re happy, Brandon. I really do.” Because me? I was finally learning to let go.

Eileen asked. “The problem is that I know the reason why he wanted to leave and I can’t compete with that person.” She sighed. “ Then let go, letting someone go doesn’t mean leaving them but just letting them do what they want to do. Letting them go can also help you lessen the pain.” Eileen looked at her and Tracey smiled. Eileen lets her rest in her room for a while so she can think what she will do about it because she knows that giving her options can help her.

There was one more person I needed to see before I left this place, it was time for me to let go. It was time to be free.

“You’re ridiculous.” He grins, winking at me. “That’s why you love me.” I smile, feeling that warmth spread through me again. It’s been a long time since I felt this light, this… free. Maybe things won’t be perfect from here on out, but for the first time, I feel like I’m moving forward. Like I’m finally leaving all that anger and confusion behind. And I know now, more than ever, that it’s okay to let go. To forgive. To feel something new.

Matilda Sutton, my wife, and I are on our tenth wedding anniversary trip when the plane suddenly crashes. I hand her the last remaining parachute, only for her to scoff and ask, "What are you up to this time, Tyler?" I feel a sudden ache in my chest, knowing that Matilda has never loved me in our ten years of marriage. She has also seen me play the hero enough times that it doesn't even register anymore. But this time, it's a genuine matter of life and death. I push her out of the door right as flames engulf the cabin. "If there's a next life, I'll leave you alone, Matilda." Consciousness returns. I find that I've returned to the exact moment I'm about to propose to Matilda. I try to st

Once again, I had an episode. My best friend rushed forward and snatched the knife from my hand, her face twisted with resentment. "How long are you going to keep this up? You think you can act however you want just because you have depression? No wonder Nolan left you!" I froze. My best friend, however, looked relieved. "I should have told you sooner. Nolan specifically asked me to stay with you today because he was afraid you'd try to ruin his wedding to Evelyn." She blocked the doorway, looking self-righteous. "Let me make this clear. Even if you cut your wrists and died right here today, you still can't keep trying to come between them. So what if you once helped Nolan? After all t

He grabs my head and hugs me, pushing my mark into his neck. He is mine! And standing in his arms I realize there's an important difference between giving up and letting go. I didn’t give up, I just let go of the sadness for something better.

When I managed to grasp it, I offered a tearful smile. "I'm setting you free, Zack." My grip tightened on his hand. "I want you to be happy. That's why I'm doing this. We need to let each other go. I treasure every memory we've shared. But I think it's time to release it. This is my gift to you—your freedom, Zack. I'm content knowing that you've realized who you truly love. Our connection was primarily physical. Letting you go isn't easy, but I want to witness your happiness. Don't worry; you can still see your child as they grow up." Releasing his hand, I wiped my tears, facing him as he listened intently.