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' I trailed off, unsure what had happened, but if I had been run over by a car, where was my baby? "How is..." I inquired, but he gave me my answer before I could ask; she shook his head slowly and said, "I am sorry, but your baby is dead." I looked down at my belly as a tear fell from my eyes; it was probably not even appropriate for me to cry at this time; everything had just shaken me...He walked up to me and held my hand, saying, "You can not cry; it is bad for you." He was annoying, but he was correct.

🎶 Through the back window of our '59 wagon I watched my best friend Jamie slipping further away I kept on wavin' 'til I couldn't see her And through my tears I asked again, "Why we couldn't stay" Mama whispered softly "Time will ease your pain Life's about changin' Nothin' ever stays the same" And she said, "How can I help you To say goodbye, it's okay to hurt, and it's okay to cry Come let me hold you and I will try How can I help you to say goodbye" I sat on our bed, he packed his suitcase

I intentionally asked with taste of tease. "Ouch." He acted. "Can you sing again? Just finish the song." "Okay." I answered. If you want me to stay Then I will stay Hold my arms so tight Never lose me I love you But if you want to let go I'm not gonna hold But I'll wish you A great goodbye Just remember my name A girl whose with you She you feel so down And when earth falls on you Don't forget how I touch For you won't feel again And the way that I kiss

After leaving the company, my phone buzzed with messages from Monica. [I'll wait for you at the courthouse tomorrow.] [I arranged for a specialist to treat your mom.] [Once we get our marriage certificates, we'll visit her together.] I laughed bitterly and bid her a silent farewell. 'Goodbye, Monica,' I thought to myself. I took my luggage and went straight to the airport. The next day, while I was already gone, she stood at the entrance of the courthouse, her freshly obtained divorce papers still warm in her hand.

"I won't let you waste your life on me." He reached out, cradling my face, his touch warm, unbearable. "You're what I need, Leah. Don't you see?" I shut my eyes, letting myself feel it - just for a second - before stepping back. "I'm sorry." His hands fell, empty. "So this is goodbye?" I nodded, the weight settling in. "Yeah. It's better this way." He looked away, defeated. "I don't know if I can take that."

“You’ve lost everything because you can’t separate business from emotion. I’m done trying to save you from yourself.” “James—” But he was already turning away. “Goodbye, Alex. I truly hope you find your way back before it’s too late.” He opened the door and walked out. The slam echoed like thunder. For a few moments, Alex just stood there, the room spinning around him. The envelope still sat on his desk, untouched. His heart was thumping heavily, each beat louder than the last. He rubbed his face with both hands and dropped back into his chair. For the first time in years, he felt completely alone. His best friend, his ally, gone.

I had fought cancer for eight years. I had waited for Liam for eight years. My greatest wish had only been to see him one more time. Now I had. That was enough. Goodbye, Liam. I love you.

I walked past him, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the close button without the slightest hint of reluctance. I arrived at Blair's house half an hour later. I told my best friend about my miscarriage. She hugged me and comforted me, coaxing me for hours. I never once bothered texting Caleb the entire time. Instead, he sent me a text consisting of a single question mark. I ignored it. He shot me another text the following day, saying, "The breakfast they serve out here tastes horrible." Blair, who was sitting at the dining table and enjoying breakfast with me, regarded me with unconcealed bewilderment before blurting, "I can't believe you're still here! You actually stayed here instead

Dragging her suitcase behind her, she hailed a taxi to the airport, where she met up with the junior assistant assigned to this company trip. Goodbye. Goodbye forever.

sincerely. I turned and looked at Temi, Temi at the same time turned to look at me, we both as if on remote control turned to look at Mom who at the same time turned to look at us, it's just funny, right?. That only happens when the wonderment of the century is taking place. "Goodbye, bro.." (Hallelujah chorus) "...do me a little favour and never come back, okay" (Song dies off in slow whirling, another starts; "He is the Same" by Jon Bellion)