Goodbye In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

"If you ever change your mind... you know where to find me. I never stopped loving you. Not really." She turned then, her heels clicking a retreat across the marble floor, the sound fading as she reached the door. It opened with a soft whoosh, and she paused on the threshold, glancing back one last time—her expression a mix of heartbreak and resignation, green eyes haunted. "Goodbye, for now." The door closed behind her, sealing the room in solitude once more.

The goodbye had already been delivered — not as a plea, not as a performance, but as a completed decision. In the bedroom she closed the door and stood for a long moment with her back against it, the cup still warm in her hands. The tears she had refused him downstairs rose now in the private quiet, hot and sudden. She let a few fall before wiping them away with the edge of her sleeve. They did not change anything. They only marked the difference between the face she had shown him and the cost of showing it. Goodbye. She had said it. She had meant it.

But when I was out of the house…it was really over. Her eyes shone with wetness, and her face was puffy from all the tears. The white parts of her eyes were now red. She trembled slightly with devastation. It was the moment of truth, but she didn’t know what to say. She refused to say goodbye to me. She couldn’t do it. I couldn’t keep my emotions in check much longer. I’d done a good job pretending to be heartless, but I wouldn’t last more than a few seconds. When I was about to cave, I turned my back on her…and walked away.

He chased after her, wanting to bring her back, but she forcefully pushed him away. "Cherry..." He held onto her shoulders, gazing into those enchanting eyes that always captivated him. But in those eyes at that moment, there was no love or hate, just emptiness, like a doll's eyes, beautiful yet soulless. "Kellan Lutz, don't belittle me. Goodbye." She straightened her back and walked into the elevator, leaving behind the place she once thought was her happy home. He stood there, silently watching every step she took. Even when she had entered the elevator, he remained silent...

" Gilbert's puppy-dog eyes were becoming a regular thing, and I was a sucker for it. "Fine, fine." I waved the white flag. "I'll go with you, happy now?"

"8 p.m. at the Grandview Hotel. Don’t be late." Just like that, she hung up. I exhaled slowly. Fine. One last meet before I disappeared forever.

I stopped at the table in the leaving room. “Goodbye Mr. Graham and Ethan graham” I whispered as I dropped the divorce papers and the severance papers on the table. I cleaned the last trail of tears on my face and walked towards the door, as I opened it I could feel my expression shift to annoyance. “You ungrateful brat”

"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.

"Jack, I want to forget you, and I will. I'm asking you, out of consideration of me taking you home, going out with you... and treating you well throughout the time we were together, please leave me alone. Can you do that? I'll keep a low profile and won't bother you either." After saying that, she moved her eyes away and walked past him, leaving behind these final words: "Goodbye, Jack." It sounded as if she was saying farewell to all the time she had spent with him. It sent a jolt through his body. His hands tightened into fists. He stared blankly at the spot where she had just stood, as if she was still standing there in front of him.

The scent of cherry blossoms and the feel of her curved body against mine is a heady experience to my senses. “Goodbye, Argent.” She whispers before she pulls away. Her luminous blue eyes gleam like crystal gems as she gazes longingly into mine. At that moment, I want to push her back into my vehicle, taker her to my bed, and never let her go. It’s a dangerous thought, which is why I let her go.