Good Bye Days Novels & Stories

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A group of people immediately rushed over. The building was eight stories high, with no safety barriers. Dad had died on the spot. And I smiled. Finally, the day had come.

"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."

" Around eight. " "Cleo I am so sorry babe I am swamped. I promise to make it up you okay?" " Its fine. See you later ." "Are you okay?" " Yup I will see you this evening . Have a good day ." "Good bye my baby love. I love you ." " I love you too bye. "

"I missed you too, baby. Having you home again? Best news ever. I'll book your flight now. I can't wait." Call ended. Ping—[Flight's in three days.] Another—[Maria, say goodbye to your friends. I hope we never have to be apart again.] Goodbye? Only three faces came to mind—Dad. Ryell. Jovan. All done with me. Three days was plenty. I slipped my phone away, standing at the corner solo while snow hammered down. Wind cut through my coat. Still called my dad. Because blood's blood, and goodbyes matter.

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.

Along with it went my memories of being eighteen. I would indeed be attending the wedding tomorrow. Just not to marry him. …… On the wedding day, Adrian listened to the mechanical female voice on the other end of the line and irritably stubbed out his cigarette. No matter what he did, he could not get through to that number that used to pick up within seconds. "Iris isn't answering my calls anymore." Scrolling up the call log, he saw that that familiar number had made ninety-nine missed calls. It was the day he had accompanied Zoe to take wedding photos.

I know that even though my family is not telling me anything i'm aware that they are already tired not only financially but physically, mom and dad have done so many things for me to survive they fight with me until here until my end I want all of you to be happy, I'll leave you guys here but soon I'll meet you again. Remember that whenever you're sad,just stare at the sky and you'll see me there smiling back at you. We are born to be happy, so as long as you have time, make the best out of it, do whatever makes your day complete, let them judge you let them pull you down, but always remember that you should fight for it, show the world who you are and what you can do. Goodbyes are not fore

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

I used to care for her health and often made her nutritious food, only to have to beg her to eat a few bites while keeping a smile on my face. I would also often advise against her drinking harmful beverages like coffee that would upset her stomach. Although she never listened to me, I still wasn't able to stop myself from poking my nose into her business like that. However, since the abortion a year ago, I gradually got rid of my bad habit of "nagging" her all of the time. I went through the day's schedules with her in a professional manner. But, Brooke seemed to be out of it today. "Ms. Rivers, do you have anything to add on to the schedule for today?"