Don't Say Goodbye Smell You Later นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The_real_prince_charming ONLY FOR YOU :) Chloe_awesome_scott OOF, BYE! The_real_prince_charming NO :( DON'T SAY BYE, SAY 'I LOVE YOU' Chloe_awesome_scott ... I ACTUALLY DO, HAHAHA.

"But i know you still won't admit he's better than Eminem, right?" "Uh no. Capital letter N O. They are two entirey different people." I pretend to perceive a bad smell in the air and sniff at it. "What's that smell?" "What smell, " he asks befuddled " i can't perceive anything." "Aha," i exclaim "i know that smell, it's the stench of defeat."

Instead, he looked as if he had eaten something sour. As the two walked, Levi’s frown kept deepening until he finally asked under his breath, “What’s that horrid smell? Are you using a new perfume?” “Smile and wave, Levi,” Maery squeezed through her gritted teeth, “Smile. And. Wave.” Blackie, “…” Ai, this was painful to watch! Fast forward, fast forward! And so he fast-forwarded until…

"I don't know if I can take that." "You will," I said. "Let me go, Liam." After a long, aching silence, he nodded. "If that's what you want." "It is," I lied. He forced a smile, brittle. "Then let's get some fish. For old times." I matched it, hollow. "Yeah. For old times." We wandered the market, picking out fish, trading small words like it could erase the wreckage. It was a goodbye wrapped in normalcy, a last thread before it snapped.

Until next time Love you guys🦋♥️

Don't be late. What the f*ck?

"Dad, did we really lose Mom?" Noah closed the invitation with a quiet sigh. "Yeah." Both father and son sat quietly, each lost in their heartbreak. Suddenly, Noah's phone rang. He glanced down and saw that it was an unknown number. But somehow, he already knew who it was. With a cold expression, he declined the call, deleted the log, and blocked the number—all in one smooth motion. … On the day of the wedding, Justine was dressed in a gorgeous gown, and Megan was dolled up as an adorable flower girl.

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

But when I woke up, I was still alone, paying for sins I'll never outrun. "Goodbye, Gina. I wish you and Ryan nothing but joy. In the next life, I swear I won't let you down." I shook the envelope, and a necklace fell out. It was the one that held the ashes of our first baby, Jeremy's last tether to the past, but now he had given it to me. Behind me, Ryan called out, asking me to cut the cake. I called back, slipping the letter into my drawer. Then, I fastened the necklace around my neck and walked toward him.

Of course, I smell noticeably different. “Where’s Nate?” I ask, looking around and ignoring her. “No idea. He didn’t say where he was going or when he would be back..” “Alright.” Smiling, she comes close to me and whispers, “You finally got laid.” “Fuck off,” I say with a straight face. “To be frank, if I had a woman that smells like fresh fruits and the promise of a good day, I’ll miss every fucking party to be with her.”