Goodbye Bittersweet Novels & Stories

“I’m listening, Zion. Just say whatever you came here to tell me.” “Look, I’m not enjoying this. I’ll stop everything and give back all your projects. Just give in and move in with me, please.” I didn’t know why he was begging me. He should be celebrating his victory. “Congratulations on snatching away my livelihood, Zion. I’m fine where I am. I don’t feel the need to move in with my worst enemy alive.” I walked towards my car dejected, not wanting to deal with another disappointment. I knew I had to meet Mr. Salisbury, but what was the use? Zion would surely bag the deal once he found out. Did he really think I would give in?

In the middle of all the voices and celebration, I quietly said, "I do." A month later, on an ordinary night, Dwayne and I lay tangled together in bed. A call came in from an unknown number. I picked it up without much thought. Brandon's voice came through. He sounded sick, his voice thick. "Congratulations on your wedding." I lifted my eyes slightly. "I don't need your well wishes." His voice grew heavier, like something was breaking inside him. "I'm sorry." I hung up. It was too late. The next day, the news reported that Brandon had jumped to his death.

“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.

He used to be that orphan kid in a busted alley, living off the food I saved for him. I loved him when he had nothing. And now that I didn't love him anymore, he could go back to nothing. He sat on Montedra's frozen streets, my photo in his hands, liquor bottle by his side. Looking up at the moon, he gave this twisted smile. "If I die too... would I see you again?" I stood behind him, staring at the same moon. No. I never want to see you again. Snow drifted down, soft and quiet. I felt myself fading, so I crouched beside him one last time. "Brian, stay alive a little longer. I don't want to see you yet."

The busy schedule left me no time to think about men at all. As it turned out, life without worrying about a man felt amazing. Daphne called me for an online meeting, excitedly telling me the project back home had wrapped up perfectly. The whole process had been full of setbacks, but thankfully, the ending was good and didn't affect either of our ability to make money. I asked casually what happened after I stepped away from the project. Daphne didn't think much of it and said, "Nothing major. The previous representative from Schwartz Corporation got fired over a serious mistake. I saw Mr. Schwartz treating her like she was priceless and even wondered if there was something shady going on. G

Harry Chalamet leaned against the balcony. He was lost in thought as he stared at the photo in his hand. I could not see his face clearly under the hazy moonlight. A cold breeze blew in from the balcony, and I coughed lightly. He froze for a moment. Then, he instinctively closed the balcony door. “You’re awake?” I suppressed the bitterness I felt and forced myself to ignore the fact that he had hidden the photo as fast as a lightning strike. “I feel a bit thirsty.”

"You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?" He dropped the act. Smirked. "Yeah. It did. Oh—and he's dead. Thought you should know. You're sharp, Celine. I wish you happiness." My pen hovered. Ink bled into the page. I tore it up, tossed it out. "Happiness isn't for me." I'd had it once. Look where that got me. He gave a soft laugh. "Goodbye. I hope you find freedom." This time, I nodded. Freedom—that, I could want.

Lucas watched them, a shell of himself, as I laid the divorce papers before him again. "Sign these soon, then we'll pick a date to make it official." His voice shook. "This is our home. Where will you go? I can't bear to lose you, I was wrong, I ignored you..." His words washed over me, leaving no mark as I wheeled my suitcase out the door. "Harriet, I love you. I can't stand to be apart from you..." Lucas was a mess, tears choking his words. The lead mover shot us a sympathetic look before hurrying off to his truck.

He pulls me close and whispers. “Make the music,” I took a deep breath and started singing. “If I should stay I would only be in your way So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you each step of the way And I will always love you. I will always love you. Bittersweet memories that's all I am taking with me Goodbye, please don't cry we both know that I'm not what you need But I will always love you, I will always love you,” Archer spins me around as I hum the music everyone is staring at us but that doesn’t seem to bother Archer as he twirls me and pulls me back close to him and sways me side to side.

she sniffled and nodded "yeah she's really cool" "well I gotta go, aye whats your name I don't want to get you confused with the other one" "I'm Tamara" she lefted her wrist and showed my a tiny tattoo of a semicolon "for Lisa, no one even knows I have it; but its one thing me and my sister don't have in common. A way to tell us apart" I nodded my head and got into my car "thanks for telling me and sorry for your loss" "thank you and thanks for listening"