Before I Let Go Novels & Stories

Gracie says to Paxton. The kayaks get picked up. As afternoon turns to evening, the sky turns shades of orange and pink. Gracie begins to pack up her things to prepare for departure. “Are you preparing to leave? Do you want any help?” Paxton concentrates on Gracie with concern and empathy. “Oh, it is fine I can get it all. I’m glad we met, it has been nice spending time with you.” Gracie replies stubbornly and kindly. “Ok, I agree. I look forward to getting to know you more. I’m going to head back home. I follow up with you later this week on the vacation properties you want to see.” Paxton responds with a warm smile.

It was as if she knew it would come to this stage. "No dad! I don't want to move out. I do not want to go to some new place". Jason lashed out from the staircase. "I thought I asked you to go and change?" He asked angrily to a now sulking Jason.

“I also know who she is.” Her gaze flicked to me with something like sympathy. My heartbeat steadily, the anger I felt was giving me a strange sense of clarity. “I am leaving,” I said. Vanessa whirled back. “You are not going anywhere. I will not let you walk out after humiliating my son, my family, and now me. You have done enough damage.” “You have no idea what your son has done,” I replied. “Maybe ask him about his trip. Ask him who he went with.”

She lets go. I let go.

Why be a stumbling block in his path? It was better to let go. Let him go, and let myself go too.

Want to let go anyway. Forgive me, grandfather.

Oh fuck. For the first time… I let myself go…completely.

Rose P.O.V In the morning, I did my morning routine and went downstairs. I saw my mom had already left for her work. She is a job worker. I took a bus and left for my university. When I reached there, I sent a message to Alice. When I went to my locker to get my books, I saw Arvan was coming there. I was very nervous. But he didn't give me a single glance. He almost passed by my side when I called him, "Arvan."

"What is wrong with you recently? Why do you keep doing things like this? After all, we’re supposed to be—" I stopped myself, recalling Mom’s words: *Never let them know your enemies have power over you.* "Forget I said that," I mumbled. "It’s not that deep," he said, pulling me into him again and wrapping his arms around my waist in a manner that caused my breasts to press against his chest. He planted a soft kiss on my bare skin and squeezed my hips, causing me to shudder as I felt my defenses come down. "Really. I’ve been planning a little weekend getaway. Maybe we can make up then.”

He told us that since your heart belonged to Dylan now, it'd be better to leave while you still didn't remember his face. "He said he'd never wanted to spend the rest of his life dragging you down, and that letting you go was the right thing to do." A deafening, high-pitched ring echoed through Eleanor's mind.