Farewell To Love Novels & Stories

"Please come back with me, Mom. I promise that Dad and I will treat you better. I'm already grown up, and you won't have to take care of me anymore. You'll only have to keep me company. I'll be on my best behavior…" I didn't think such words would tumble out of Soren's mouth. Surprised, I cut a look at Michael. I could tell from one look at his reddening face that he'd taught Soren the whole speech earlier. It was ironic that he didn't let me into his heart despite the decade I spent with him, only for him to miss me like he did Nora within a year of my leaving. I cut Soren off quietly, "That canary's dead, and even if you found another canary, it can never replace the first one. Similarly,

I trembled uncontrollably, and my brain stopped working. … Dad's funeral was a simple affair. Only a few of his close friends attended the service. The next day, the dust settled. Eugene hadn't called me even once throughout the whole thing. I crouched before Dad's gravestone and placed flowers there. I hoped beyond hope that this was a dream—at least I wouldn't be in so much pain once I woke up. My heart died along with Dad; my love for Eugene turned to ashes. Just then, my phone rang with a notification. Ivy had sent me a link and a mocking message. "What an interesting video."

Her love was gone forever. *******************************

Because that's the way it is, when you give too much, then you will feel how to lose. They say goodbyes are made to finish things that must come to an end. So when you left, I thought— which part of our love should we lose? or maybe it was completely gone before the goodbye came? We are fine. There is no problem. We didn't fight, we didn't argue, we didn't even talk about everything that could be an obstacle for us. But where are we now? They are wrong. Maybe, it is more correct to say that the farewell is done to finish the things that were finished before.

] I floated above the city, watching the three people I once loved end their sinful lives in the most tragic manner. I said softly to the system, "A little longer." I went to my grave. The flowers in front of the tombstone had wilted, but the tombstone was spotless. "Goodbye, Dad." "Goodbye, Mom." "Goodbye, Egor." "Goodbye, Jasmine." I quietly bid them farewell, saying goodbye to them and also to my once naive self who thought love could last forever. Never forgive. Never meet again. [Time remaining: 0.]

What mattered to me was that he gave everything I wanted to Michelle. Maybe before that night, I would have been moved by his gesture, but now, looking at Ryan, all I could think of were those words: “Late affection is as meaningless as a fleeting trend. If you don't act when it counts, it loses its relevance later on.” … I looked at him, offering a cold smile. “Mr. Patel, that’s all in the past now.” When old flames meet, I couldn’t pretend to be friends after a breakup, nor could I bury the past.

"Stay here with Amanda, Ms. Sanders. I'll take care of the fees." Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as she stared at Jonathan gratefully. He patted her shoulder soothingly but shot me a dark look. "Tessa, if you apologize to Ms. Sanders and Amanda now, we can move past this." His words stabbed through me like a dagger. The burning sensation on my calf was nothing compared to my heartbreak at that moment. I stared at the man I had loved for the last six years. A bitter smile etched upon my bloodless face as I relented. "Fine. I'm sorry."

In a whisper that resonated with both love and surrender, she uttered, "I love you, Larry." Larry, his voice choked with emotion, responded, "I love you too, Sophia." With her closest friends and loved ones encircling her, Sophia drew her last breath—a quiet exhalation that marked the culmination of a life richly lived. The room, now a sanctuary of collective sorrow, bore witness to the beauty of a passing bathed in love. Tears mingled with the golden hues of the sun's farewell, creating a tableau of poignant beauty.

In that quiet cocoon, Ashier marveled at the depth of his love for Blair and the beauty they had found in each other. With a gentle kiss on Blair's forehead, Ashier silently vowed to make the most of the time they had left. He knew that their days together were numbered, but he would seize each one with unwavering love and a smile on his face. In the face of the approaching farewell, Ashier found solace in the present, in the warmth of Blair's presence, and in the knowledge that their love would forever endure.

"Farewell, Edward." "Goodbye, Ara," we whispered in unison, our voices heavy with emotion as I gazed into her eyes for the final time. A collective sigh escaped us as the shadows of goodbye were lifted, replaced by the warmth of love. Her eyes fluttered closed, her hand falling limply into her lap. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady myself as the pain of losing her washed over me once more, just as it did Light Edward. It should have broken him, but in a fleeting moment of heartache, hope emerged. A smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a surge of strength within me.