Novel & Cerita Goodbye,my Messy Life

And I bet he heard that. Fuckkkk!!!! Just kill me already. It's better than how messy my life keeps getting.

Gambino joined in, clinking glasses with his son. "To your future success." I lifted my own glass, meeting Tony's gaze. "To your peace and happiness," I said. "May everything in your life go your way." Tony smiled, touched his glass to mine, and drank it all in one go. "Thank you, Scarlett. I hope you keep walking your own path. Even when everything fades and falls apart, may you always shine." As I watched the family laughing together around the table, the last of my old obsession finally released its hold on me. The world was wide open now, and I was ready to meet it—free and unafraid.

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

Having said that, I stood up, kicked the storage door open, and walked out of the storage room. It took me a lot of effort and courage to finally let those words out of my chest. When you're living your life, sometimes you get too involved and engaged, which makes you fail to see the truth of your life. And when you realize the gravity of reality, it's always too late. I knew it was too late, but being late was better than being dead. I walked into the lavatory and cleaned the mess on my face. Thanks to Moon Goddess, I wasn't wearing any make-up.

He spun a tale of devotion, transforming the truth of a stolen engagement into a grand romance, a love that had been fated all along. Some young girls in the audience even wiped away tears. Then, the emcee glanced at Abby. He hesitated briefly before resuming his script. At that moment, the slideshow on the screen changed. The photos of the happy couple vanished, replaced by something else. Evidence provided by Jessica. A voice echoed through the venue, "Jess, you never should have been born. You can never win against me." "Oh, wait. I'm not the one who's sick. You are—the one with terminal stomach cancer. You don't have much time left, do you?"

When you were sick of someone, even coffee made the way she made it tasted disgusting. I blocked everyone from Lundberg Corp. None of it mattered now.

They were happy to offer me it at the very last minute. Once I am done, I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. My life is about to change drastically, I don't know how ready I am for it. I have a place to stay, I changed my accounts so that only I have access to my money but I don't know how long that will last, I will have to cut down on my spending. I don't know how to live like a normal person. I think I might just need that job at Spangles again.

"I guess even fate couldn't take it anymore. It just so happened that the syringe used on Carl was previously used by a patient with AIDS. He got stabbed in the neck. By the time the test results came back, it was too late to prevent transmission by taking medication. "He's gone mad now, and those greedy parents of his also spend all their time bemoaning everything." Briefly dazed, Angela replied, "None of this has anything to do with me now. I don't hate them. It's not because I've forgiven them, but because I have my own life to live now." It had only been a little over a year, but when she recalled the past sacrifices she'd made for Carl, it felt as if everything had occurred in a previou

But when I woke up, I was still alone, paying for sins I'll never outrun. "Goodbye, Gina. I wish you and Ryan nothing but joy. In the next life, I swear I won't let you down." I shook the envelope, and a necklace fell out. It was the one that held the ashes of our first baby, Jeremy's last tether to the past, but now he had given it to me. Behind me, Ryan called out, asking me to cut the cake. I called back, slipping the letter into my drawer. Then, I fastened the necklace around my neck and walked toward him.