Good Bye Days Novels & Stories

How could I tell him that I was dying? That the healer said my wolf spirit was fading fast— that I only had three days left before the bond would consume me completely? “Joseph,” I murmured, “would you come with me? We’ll go to Grandpa’s pack. They’ll love you there.” He hesitated. “Can we stay a little longer, Mom? Just three days? If he really doesn’t want us after that, we’ll go. But I want to call him Dad… just once.” Tears blurred my vision. I stroked his hair and nodded, though my heart was already breaking.

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she answers quietly after a few seconds, "What about your dad? When are you going to give the good news of his return?" "I have no idea. He's been postponing his return. Apparently, he met someone," I laugh and roll my eyes. I really can't imagine my father dating someone after being in deep grief for four years since my mother died, but I do feel like it’s time for him to move on, "Jubilo Day is the day of good news and blessings, so I'll talk about his return too, whether he's here or not. Hopefully, we'll get some snow that day and everyone will be excited."

"Kyson, you believe me, right?" For the first time, Kyson frowned and didn't answer. The yard fell into a strange silence. "Mom, it hurts…" Darryl's weak voice snapped me back to myself. I quickly gathered him into my arms and headed out. "Gisselle, wait. I'll take you—" "Kyson!" Jodie raised her voice, stopping him in his tracks. Feeling the movement behind me, I walked away without hesitation. Three days left before our departure. I couldn't wait any longer.

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.

“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.

We stared for a moment before I decided to give you a quick kiss on your lips. "Can I say something?" you asked. I hummed as an answer. "When I die, wear the black dress you wore during our first date. And the song for my funeral should be 'Goodbye'. The one that goes 'Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye my love. I have to go. I have to go and leave you alone.'" "Stop." I covered your mouth with my hands as I looked down and closed my eyes, but you grabbed my hand and moved it away.

It’s already 7:00 pm and I’m still writing this because maybe I don’t have a gift for her this birthday. I've been lost for words lately. I feel like spontaneity is starting to leave me too, like you did. My tears are become strangers, it's been a while. And I'm starting to think that perhaps this is how you too left. Slowly. Sad. Maybe you said goodbye, maybe a lot of times in a form of a whisper during those nights we disappointed each other. That is why when you quietly packed yourself and left me. I cannot ask and utter a word. Maybe I knew all along. After all, all the words has long been silently said.

she said childishly. “So how can you say no to me without any bit of remorse. Is it bad to ask you to come watch a movie. Have you forgotten you wanted to read my books as well. I write music too and you love singing. There are a lot of things we could do together.. okay. But if you wanna refuse me at least give me a reason. Because that is what friends do.” “Gracie it isn’t like that okay. I just got an off today and I really need to rest.” His reply.

She wanted to get out from here as soon as possible. She wanted to say goodbye to Arjun, Rohan and Siddharth. But she knew that this is not a time for farewell. She must escape first. She will always remember the beautiful friendship among them though they will never meet each other again. She knew that meeting them again only have a very low possibility. They were from India and she was from England. They will go their separate ways. She was thankful for them to being her friend in a time she had none in these years. If this didn't happen, they might have stayed as friends in the future too. But there is nothing she can do now. She went to her dorm and collected her things as soon as possib