Goodbye In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

After Mom's cremation, I shut myself in my room and wept for a whole day and night. Just two days ago, she was laughing, baking me a cake, and then all that was left of her was a pile of dust. I cried until I passed out. In a matter of days, death had torn us apart. Emma Rogers, the woman who used to spread lies about me, was living the dream. She was all over Twitter, flaunting her perfect life. Her latest post was a selfie showcasing her collarbone, littered with hickeys.

After saying that, she touched the bridge of her nose and wearily left the bar, hailed a cab and just waited at the airport. "Why am I even explaining myself to him? "She thought to herself while staring blankly at the flight schedule that was flashing on the screen. As she boarded the plane she turned around to appreciate the Texas nightlights. Soon she sat in her seat and glanced out the window. She gasped in disbelief as she saw Bridget's small figure standing still amid the crowded dock. Tears began to roll down her face as she saw her daughter wave goodbye to her. She covered her mouth to muffle her cries, "Goodbye my love," she mumbled under her breath as she saw Bridget's body slowly

"Farewell, Edward." "Goodbye, Ara," we whispered in unison, our voices heavy with emotion as I gazed into her eyes for the final time. A collective sigh escaped us as the shadows of goodbye were lifted, replaced by the warmth of love. Her eyes fluttered closed, her hand falling limply into her lap. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady myself as the pain of losing her washed over me once more, just as it did Light Edward. It should have broken him, but in a fleeting moment of heartache, hope emerged. A smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a surge of strength within me.

“I know it’s too late. I know it can’t fix anything. But I needed you to hear it once… before you go.” She stood motionless. The tear track on her cheek glimmered in the flickering fluorescent light. After an endless moment she nodded. One small, trembling nod as if acknowledging both the weight and the impossibility of what I’d said. Her lips parted, and for a heartbeat I thought she might speak. Instead she pressed them together, gathered a ragged breath, and managed two final words. “Goodbye, Cayden.” And just like that, she was gone. The door thudded shut behind her, and sound drained out of the room until only the fluorescent buzz remained. I slumped back onto the stool, shackles heavy,

" A soft kiss makes her eyes glisten once again. Her last kiss from Vasquez. She grips the hem tightly, hands are itching to hold him, not to let him go. " I love you, Love! Don't cry, OK?" She bites her bottom lip and nods. She watches Vasquez hopping in the car and starts driving... " Don't... Don't go. * hic*." The tears which silently fought against her to shed, finally escape. Her eyes watch his car fading away in the darkness. Far away from her sight. The person she wants to hold forever has finally said goodbye.

The light turned her hair gold at the edges. “Goodbye,” I said again, louder this time, my heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. “And… see you again later.” She stopped. Turned. And smiled. It was the saddest smile. I’d ever seen—beautiful, gentle, full of everything we’d lost and everything we couldn’t quite say. Her eyes shimmered, but no tears fell. Not now. Then she walked the rest of the way, opened the car door, and slid inside. The engine started—quiet, familiar. Headlights flicked on. She drove away.

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.

Zoe quickly noticed the change in his mood and hurriedly sent over a live video from the wedding motorcade. "Mr. Cole, look. Iris has already gotten into the wedding car. Maybe she just didn't bring her phone with her?" Adrian looked at the video of me dressed in a pure white wedding gown with my head slightly lowered as I smiled. There was joy in my eyes that he had not seen in a long time. For no clear reason, he relaxed, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously. "Maybe." No matter what he had done before, after today, he would definitely make it up to Iris properly.

She just smiled softly, without a trace of warmth. There was a bit of provocation in that smile, and even more pride. She had won so completely. She deserved to be proud. Kayla reached out to open the gift box on the table. "Let's all have some cake." Unexpectedly, Lawrence, who had been calm throughout the negotiations, rushed to stop her. "Don't. You're allergic to peanut butter. Let me check it first." At that moment, the scene in front of me turned into sharp blades, tearing straight through me.

A long time later, Mason's phone finally ran out of battery, and the screen went dark. He was still sitting alone in the house he had bought back, letting the night swallow him whole. Our story had already ended the moment he took the bouquet from my hands. And he hadn't even had time to say goodbye. The End