Goodbye Are Bittersweet Artinya Novels & Stories

So it wasn't surprising that he was taken aback. Joshua looked at me affectionately and said, "I miss you, Tiff. Why didn't you wait for me back in the village?" Despite years of not seeing each other, I couldn't help but let out a laugh in disbelief. He was still so shameless. I asked, "Do we know each other? Stop trying to make it seem like we have any connection to each other! I'm warning you—bother me again and I'll call the police on you!"

ALICIA'S POV “Goodbye, Artfold. I'm going to miss you. I'll return to you as soon as possible. And if I don't, please find a way to get me back. I can't wait to have you back in my life again. Bye,” I mind-link to him and he stared at me for a while. His eyes were red and tears gathered at the corner of his eyes. He was sad and heartbroken because of what was happening to him. That was the same way I was feeling.

The content of the message made his heart sink. "It was great while it lasted, Sinjin, but I’m afraid this is the end of the road for us. Let's go our separate ways. It’s for the best. Goodbye, Sinjin," the message read.

Have a nice day son. Shit! The greeting at the end made the text even more threatening. This guy really gave me psycho vibes.

He was talking on the phone with someone. “Okay. Bye-bye. I love you. Take care.” He said as soon as she went in. He saw her and hold up a finger. “I know sweetie. I have to go now. I have a guest. Bye.” He said and hung up. “Did I disturb you?” she asked. “No. I was just finished talking.” He said getting up. “Girlfriend?” “Soulmate. The best woman I ever met.” He told her proudly. She smiled at him.

Lawrence called my name, but he couldn't force out the next sentence. It was as if no matter what he said, it would be rejected. As if no matter what he said, he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. "I don't need your flowers. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Lawrence Schwartz." This was the first time in five years I had seriously called him by his name. I hoped it would also be the last. I dragged my suitcase outside. That oversized suitcase carried everything I owned from this old house. Lawrence looked back into the house. It was empty, lifeless. What was left for him looked no different from a staged model home.

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

"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."

Without thinking, I called out, "Carl, I feel awful." But the room was dead quiet. That was when it hit me—today was the day Carl and Wendy were supposed to hook up. Wendy had posted a bunch of updates on Instagram—probably to make sure I saw them. Carl's face was hidden in the pictures, but their hands were intertwined. The caption read, "I finally found my destiny." Destiny? I sneered and commented, "Destined to be a homewrecker?" Not long after, I saw she had deleted my comment.