Every Last Word Novels & Stories

It was a list of how he wanted to make me hate him. The words were scribbled, and some were already muddied from water… No, tears. His tears. "Throw the album away (Completed)." "Destroy her manuscript (Completed)." "Cheat on her (In progress)." The last line made my pupils narrow. My phone buzzed at the same time. "I only have four days left. She brought up divorce yesterday, but the progress bar showed that she didn't hate my guts. I'm going for the final step. I found an actor who'd work with me. I'm bringing her home this afternoon."

A final burst of clarity before the end. "Seraphina, is there anything you still want to do?" His voice trembled as he fought back tears. "I'll take you anywhere. I'll carry you there myself." I shook my head slightly. "I'm tired." Closing my eyes, I let out a long breath. "Conrad, in the next life, let's not meet again." The words snapped the final thread holding Conrad together. There was no forgiveness. No peace. Only complete exhaustion. I was not even willing to waste hatred on him anymore.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

"Daddy, why are you crying?" My trembling gaze lifted. Only then did I realize my face was already covered in tears. I was overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak toward Noelle. Perhaps I also felt hatred for Ivana. However, right now, I had to stay cheerful and accompany Noelle through the last moments of her life. I turned off my phone screen, wiped away my tears, and said, "Sweetheart, I'm just too happy. Tonight is Christmas Eve, and you will be safe and sound." Less than half a minute later, Ivana finally called me back.

"I don't listen to most of them." He smiled again. That same cold smile from the sidewalk. It did not reach his eyes. "You should listen to me." "And why is that?" "Because I'm the only thing standing between you and a shallow grave." The words hung in the air between them. They were quiet, almost conversational, as if he had just commented on the weather. But Zara heard the weight beneath them. The promise. The warning. She took a step back. Her hip hit the edge of the desk where she kept her lesson schedule and her half-empty cup of tea and the photograph of her mother that she could not bring herself to throw away. The teacup rattled. She steadied it with a trembling hand.

“What?” “She’s different? Really? You sound like a teenage boy trying to get into a girl’s pants by saying she’s different from the other girls” “Fuck off! What do you want me to say? I never met anyone like her, so she’s different” “Jesus Chris, it feels like I’m doing child therapy. Ok, let me get the whiteboard for you.” The arrogant prick actually mimicked an air pen and drew his next words in an imaginary board. “Everyone is fucking different”

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Then I utter my last words. ”Sanguinex.”

'Don't say a word. #