Good At Goodbye Novels & Stories

I watch the train as it starts moving away from the platform and once it completely departs, I walk away. I’m happy that I had the chance to spend more time with Layan but saying goodbye to her wasn’t easy. I’m never good at goodbyes. Each time I have to let go of someone I love even for a temporary time, my heart clenches and a lump constantly forms in my throat. I hate goodbyes. I hate the dull feeling and the ache they bring to my heart.

Mom seemed genuinely surprised. She was never fond of Jared Hammond, but she knew how much I loved him. If he hadn't broken my heart the way he did, I would've never let him go so easily. Dad, who was also a professor, spoke up. "If you've decided to end it, at least talk it through with him. It's best to part on good terms." I swallowed the bitterness rising in my chest and shook my head. Just last week, while I was still in the hospital, Elsie Sandberg posted on Instagram. "A spontaneous getaway, all thanks to Professor Hammond's generous sponsorship."

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.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

Goodbye to everyone, goodbye to having a pathetic life, goodbye to the voices in my head, goodbye to having to pretend to be okay when I'm not, goodbye to being a painful reminder, goodbye to being an asshole, goodbye to Sarah, and lastly, goodbye to Temi. My stomach churned and twisted as my heartbeat pumped faster and faster like it was going to burst. I could feel my eyes starting to close and I let out a scream in agony as a sharp pained pierced and tore into my heart. It slowed down, till it finally stopped beating, my eyes closed as I welcomed the darkness. If anyone could see me, I imagined they took a glimpse at the sad smile that had rested on my face. Goodbye father. Sarah Present

"𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘤. 𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭." "𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

I'd been with Leo Blackwood for five years. But we'd never once made it through a mating ceremony. Every time we were about to seal the bond, something would happen with Linda—his adopted sister. And every single time, Leo would leave me behind. This time, he swore he'd planned everything down to the last detail. Promised he wouldn't miss it. I waited five days and five nights—because I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. He never showed. Instead, I got attacked by rogues. Got infected with wolfsbane because of it. At the very last moment, I called Leo. It was Linda who picked up. She put the video on, and that's when I saw it—Leo and Linda, right in the middle of some celebration. "Freya." H

“I already said goodbye.” “No. You said sorry. You said sorry a thousand times. You never said goodbye.” Maya's eyes were soft, the color of hazelnut shells, the same color they had been in life. “I need you to say it. And I need you to mean it. Not as a punishment. As a gift.” Eliana's throat closed. The coffee in her hands trembled, sending ripples across the black surface. “I don't know how to leave you.”

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The kind of presence that makes me reconsider today’s goodbye. “I packed,” I say quietly. “I know.” We sip in silence. The kind that no longer aches. It hums instead, steady and alive. “I added something to the list,” he says, pulling a folded scrap of paper from his pocket. He hands it to me. #27: Say goodbye without breaking. I smile, even as my throat tightens. “That one’s ambitious.” He shrugs, easy, shoulders broad beneath the hoodie. “So was cliff diving.”