Don't Be Gone Too Long Novels & Stories

Why am I so selfish? "Mia. I'm getting married soon and I want to concentrate on that right now. I'm sorry but you can't come to the wedding anymore. Meg doesn't want you there. I hope you can understand," he says then stands up to leave and I stay on my seat unable to move. Nugget. My name is nugget.

Not for long. Not for much longer.

A message from my supervisor popped up. [I heard you signed up again for the national defense program? You've been away from home so long. Why not spend a little more time with your family?] I immediately replied, [Thanks for your concern, sir, but I'd prefer to head back to base as soon as possible.] At that moment, I felt more certain than I had in years. The noise around me faded into the background. Parents bustled by, holding their kids' hands as they made their way toward the recording stage with excited chatter.

"East Harbor's just been cleared out, and the ones who slipped away will most likely try to escape through here." Chloe's voice was gentle, but it carried clearly to every corner of the room. "So my suggestion is that for the next seven days, we send men from East Harbor into the West Harbor border to assist." The room went quiet for a moment. Only then did she seem to notice me, and she immediately put on a slightly apologetic look. "Elena, don't take it the wrong way. I'm not trying to muscle in on West Harbor." "It's just that your father isn't well, and you've had a hard time lately. A small place like this, leave it to my people."

They were the ninth pair of earrings I received from him. I had an inkling of what he was going to say next. "Sienna, I need to be on a flight that's scheduled to depart in two hours. I won't be able to stay and keep you company today." Derek patted my head. I had lost count of how many times he had made these empty promises. "I promise I'll make time for you once I come back from this trip. How about that?" Derek's friends chimed in to back him up.

And also, distracted from thinking about something. "Um, no, I didn't check my phone," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go," he said, gesturing for me to follow him. "And by the way, lots of people are watching for us. Especially the girls," he added with a smirk.

--- --- Consistently. And without rushing what was meant to last. --- ---

The message couldn’t have been clearer. Remember your place.

"Don't worry, lady’s. We'll be back before you even realize we're gone. And while we’re away, how about planning something exciting for when we return? Maybe another great breakfast, or a little weekend getaway?" With that, the mood lightened, if only slightly, as we returned to our meals, cherishing this time together amidst the impending separation. In the end, it was the small gestures and words of assurance that helped bridge the distance, keeping us connected despite the miles that would soon come between us.

She's gone Naunet , she's gone please accept it ," he said and I broke down in his arms . "She can't be gone ,she promised to always be there for me ,tell her to wake up , please . *She can't be gone* ******** TWO MONTHS LATER...... AT THE CEMETERY...... "Hi bestie ,it's me again ,yeah I know I might be disturbing you but I just can't seem to forget you,not even for a day ,so I came again .