Before I Let You Go Book Novels & Stories

"Where'd you go?" "Nowhere. Sorry. You were saying?" "I was going to ask about the last chapter. The ending." He turned to the back of the book, to the passage I had underlined in pencil months ago in San Diego, before Evergreen existed in my life as anything other than a name on a contract. He read it out loud, slowly, in the slightly self-conscious way people read aloud when they weren't sure if they were doing it right. The boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

I take one last deep breath and exhale, finally releasing the last vestiges of worry. A quiet peace settles within me as if the goddess herself is telling me it's time…To let go and move on…, I let go of the Noir Flame. I let go of the little pleasures I had gotten used to. And I finally place all my trust in my men wholeheartedly, unashamedly knowing, without a shadow of a doubt, that they love me and will never steer me or Noah wrong. I am embarking on this journey into our future… Free and whole…

I was the Luna who walked away. Why keep ties with someone you’ll never see again?

At the party, friends teased us, asking when Rosalie Diaz and I would finally get married. I looked at her, smiling. She said nothing, and stiffly changed the subject. The friend who'd started the teasing glanced at me awkwardly, apology in his eyes. My smile didn't waver. I took a sip of my drink. I've always been a bit of a procrastinator, though not a hopeless one. So I decided to let Rosalie go. And to let myself go, too.

"That I have so much love in my heart for him and I don't know what to do with it. Jessica pulled her in for a hug quickly. "Its okay, closure can come any time, doesn't have to be now, okay?." Breanna nodded. "Just go and do you, be okay and I will keep in touch." She said. The last call for her flight was announced and after one last goodbye, she left. *** Author Note - Tada!, Bet you weren't expecting me so soon, Me neither!. Now time for more Disclaimers. Drum rolls. This is the unofficial end for this book…….Dun dun dun!.

“It’s your birthday in two days; I wanted to give you something before the date.” I stared at the book, my heart slamming against my ribs. I wanted to say no, to scream again, but the moment I looked into those silvery grey eyes again, at his dark unruly hair like he’d run his hands through the thick logs over Andover again, I knew I couldn’t do it. My knees grew weak as I took the book. And without a second thought, I ran faster than my legs could take me, out of the track field, out of the school, as far from Felix Whitmore as possible.

‘ES COMMT AUS DEM BETT’ The little girl in front of me — the child with my face, who is a young Aelara — resigned. Her feet did not touch the ground. She only lifted the blue book and pushed it into my hands. It was suddenly hard. Much harder than a book. Like I'm wearing the weight of years. She looked at me with quiet, dark eyes. “You need to remember who you were before the mother.” Then she dissolved. Not too water. On pages. Thousands of individual paper sheets swirled through the living room, flew against the Window, through the stairs, up.

Using my small frame and familiarity with the hill to my advantage, I misled them for over three hours. At last, I reached the edge of the cliff. I gently ran my hand over Dad's clothes, hung them in the bushes, and then looked at the drop in front of me. The steep cliff loomed in the darkness, almost daring me forward. I looked back one last time at the rapidly approaching torches, a smile spreading across my face. Then I leaped off the bottomless cliff. The wind whistled in my ears. I thought I heard Dad's gentle yet firm voice again. "Ben, I'll definitely take you with me and escape this hellhole."

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.

Then goodnight. Selene sat on the couch after Camille hung up. The book was on the hall table. Dark blue. Small. Closed. Sitting right there where it had been since Friday night. She had thought about the corner all weekend and she had thought about the terms and she had thought about the specific thing he had done, offering instead of asking, defining instead of waiting to be told, and she had walked past the book on Saturday morning and Saturday afternoon and Saturday evening and Sunday morning and Sunday afternoon and she had not opened it because she had needed the corner to land fully before she let anything else arrive.