Goodbye In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

She stood right in front of me, the faint fragrance she carried cutting straight through my chest. The dressing room lights flickered, shadows overlapping, and in the mirror I saw our silhouettes so close that they were almost one. Her fingers brushed through the ends of my hair without thought, until the emcee's countdown carried in from the stage. "It's time." She stepped back half a pace, looking at me with absolute focus. "Remember. Tonight, every clap is for the bird that broke free of its cage." By curtain call, I was leaning back, beer in hand, watching Lilian mingle under the rain.

"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.

I called out to him. “Hen—” Before I could even finish saying his name, he shot me a cold, warning glance. “Miss Clarke, do you need something?” His cold words carried an unspoken warning, a command for me to swallow my words. A reminder to remember my place. I lowered my gaze, forcing myself to hold back the tears welling in my eyes. “Sorry, Mr. Parker.” He gave a slight nod, then immediately looked away. He kept his focus fixed on Evelyn as though she were his entire world.

With a tall stature and a cool, calm, and mysterious face. Some people say that when you like someone, even if there are many people around you, you can only see him in your eyes. It must be her! People were coming and going at the airport, but in her eyes, there was only him. Taking the briefcase from Franklin's hand, Karsyn apologized, "Franklin, I'm really sorry. I got delayed because of some things!" "No problem, is the place booked?" Franklin pushed the suitcase. "Well, it's settled! Do you want to go home and take a shower first?"

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

“And don’t worry. I’m out of your space. I’ll be moving out of the apartment, and the car. I will send it back to you. “You can keep it. The apartment too. Keep whatever you want. I do more than that for charity The hurt came into her eyes so quickly I almost regretted it. Her eyes filled, but she didn’t let the tears fall. She nodded vigorously. “Right.” I had to look away for a second. Because all I wanted to do was close the distance between us and take back every cruel word I had just said. When I looked at her again, she was already watching me. She took one slow breath. “Goodbye, Elvis.”

My wife, Sarah, was the executive chef at a renowned Michelin-starred restaurant in town. Her culinary creations were famous across the city, making a reservation nearly impossible to secure. Yet in our ten years of marriage, she had never cooked me a single meal at home. She always claimed that cooking was just her job, and when she came home, she didn’t want to set foot in the kitchen. Naturally, I wanted to visit her restaurant and taste her food. However, every time I brought it up, she insisted that all the tables were fully booked and told me not to make a scene. Everything changed when my mother’s seventieth birthday approached. Half a month in advance, I asked Sarah if she could

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

“He is smiling at me, and his hands are out, I called, and he came.” “I’m sorry, Melissa.” My voice was breaking; I couldn’t hold it anymore. “I failed you; I’m… I’m sorr—“ “You can call me Mel now; we are friends.” Her hand dropped from my face, and she swallowed softly, her eyes fluttering. “Goodbye, Kian; I promise to watch over you.” “Goo.. Goodbye, Mel.” She wasn’t moving anymore; her bright blue eyes were still open and looking at me, and she had a smile on her face, but she wasn’t here anyway; she was gone, hugging her teddy tightly.

“And there’s nothing left to say.” “There is if you just listen,” I beg, but the ice in her eyes leaves no room for argument. “Goodbye, Justin.”