Close Reads Novels & Stories

I closed the message. Went back to work.

Read the old one. Close the laptop without typing anything.

"Just the closing of the account." BANG.

Let's end this. ***

Not close at all. ***

she winks. I watch her leave the house, and I pick up my sandwich to continue with my breakfast. Just at the first munch, my cell phone beeps. Checking it, I see it's a message from an unknown number. I open the news, and immediately my eyes fall on the worded lines. My sandwich falls from my hand. I catch a partial stroke!

Now the updates will be frequent so don't worry. Till the next adios

But Edward could feel it, the quiet unraveling between them. And as he stood there, listening to the rhythmic beeping of the machines and the faint footsteps in the corridor outside, he realized something terrible — the kind of realization that comes only once in a lifetime. Sometimes, love ends not with anger or betrayal, but with exhaustion. Sometimes, grief is simply heavier than love can carry. “Mr. Ulrick,” Abigail said softly, her voice almost too calm. “You’re not deaf. You heard what I said. Let’s end it.”

With brisk steps he was out the door and made Hunter confirm the fact Tai had called him weird to be true. Hunter was about to put the money into the cash register when he found the note in it. ‘reservation for table 14 by 9:50pm’ “if we aren’t closed already” He muttered in response to his letter. “Take care of yourself okay?” Jeanie said to Louisa with her hands cupping her little face. They were outside the hotel room saying their final goodbyes to each other in the windy night. The baby girl nodded affirmatively and had a bright smile on her face.