Novel & Cerita Goodbye Night City

Michael Patterson I gulped the remaining content in my glass and grinned at Harry, who was swaying his hips with his new-found love interest. Someone is getting laid tonight I guess. I looked around, THE CITY NIGHTS, one of the elite clubs of San Francisco, a place best known for its booze and brunettes. The DJ plays one of the most popular hits, making the crowd yell in excitement. The sequins catching the disco ball light that twirls above — launching every shade of rainbow into the darkness.

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.

I noticed the scratches on the back of Carl's hand, and he instinctively pulled it back. I chuckled. "Give it to Wendy. It suits her well." Why would I go down that same dead-end road again? Once I made up my mind not to look back, that was it—no turning back, not even if the memories were wonderful. … I left the city where I had spent six years of my life and set off with my best friend to start over. I used my savings to invest in a publicly traded company, and the returns were way better than expected. I bought a new place, traveled to the cities I'd always dreamed of visiting, and took in the views I'd dreamed about for years.

Flight information. Three days from now. To Los Angeles. I gave myself 72 hours. 72 hours to say a final goodbye to this city. And to make a clean break from Enzo Moretti. The city that never sleeps was finally quiet, but for me, the night was endless. I watched the distant lights go out, one by one, just like the warmth in my heart, fading to nothing. From now on, I answered to no one but myself.

“Night, baby. I love you.” The call disconnects.

“I miss you, too. Now go finish and get to bed yourself. Baby bean and I are going to eat some mac and cheese, then go finish off a pint of ice cream.” “Not exactly healthy eating.” “No, it’s tired eating,” I said with a chuckle. “Goodnight, Richard.” “Goodnight, Natasha,” he replied softly. The click indicated the call ended, then his name disappeared from the screen. I let out a sigh, my fingers running across the glass. Two more days. That was all I had to wait until I saw him again. I was a good girl and did as he requested on Thursday, and I was halfway through Friday when a deep voice pulled me from my bubble of concentration.

He sat down on his chair and said, "Mr. Jamison, let's watch the night sky together." Once they had fed their bellies, they left the restaurant. "If you want to watch the night sky, Cloud City's observatory is the best place to do it. Where do you think you're going?" Felix chuckled and responded, "I'm going to the city gate. The nearer I can get, the better it will be." No city gates would be closed, even if it was dark outside. After all, they were protected by Nine Flames. No outsider would ever travel to the city at night. So, closing the gates seemed like a waste of time instead.

The girl smiled and touched my arm, "It's at the heart of the United States." I smiled back, grateful for her help. "Thank you very much." With that, we parted ways. I stepped outside and hailed a cab. "Take me to the heart of the city, please," I said to the driver. He looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, "You mean Night City pack?" I nodded, "Yes, exactly."

I told Keyla and she answered. " Wait until it's a little night." " What? What happens when it's night?" " Humans here can't afford the hot day weather here. That's why they shifted most of the entertaining activities until night." " That would be cool. Remind me of the name of this city again." " Marrakesh." She told me before she took a taxi. Without talking, she gave him a paper, and he started driving.. " What is this?" I told her my point about the paper..

The city looks particularly beautiful on summer nights. Row upon row of tall buildings lines the horizon, while the busy streets and vibrant lights, red, gold, and green create a lively yet serene atmosphere. The warm, humid evening breeze carries the faint scent of gardenias, drifting in through the car window. The sleek Lamborghini heads toward the shantytown where Nina Morrison lives. "Nina Morrison, you have ten minutes to say goodbye to your stepmother and sister, then get out immediately," Lucien Gray orders, his tone sharp and unyielding.