Goodbye Summer 2019 Novels & Stories

I looked up at the giant screen displaying wedding photos of Adrian and me and felt nothing but irony. Three messages popped up on my phone. "Iris, stop making trouble. I've already had the wedding dress cleaned and sent home. Tomorrow, you'll look beautiful wearing the wedding dress I made, and you'll marry me." "I'm calling in all the major media outlets to record this important moment of alliance between our two families." "Iris, I didn't break the promise I made when we were eighteen." Calmly, I pulled out the SIM card and tossed it out the car window. Along with it went my memories of being eighteen.

By the roadside trash cans were our shattered wedding portrait, the scarf she had knitted for me by hand, and every album that held memories of us. My phone suddenly rang. I looked at the contact name and answered. Mrs. Grant's excited voice came through. "Julian, I just got Vivian's physical report. The doctor said her memory is loosening. "If she keeps receiving treatment, there is an eighty percent chance she can recover!" My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. The word okay reached my lips, but I could not say it. In the end, I said softly, "Mom, let's stop the treatment. If she's forgotten, then let her forget."

Lewis replied. “No, mom. You have to go to the wedding. I’ll be fine. My uncle helped us out so many times while I was growing up, and his whole family attended my wedding. It’s bad enough that I'm not going to be at his daughter’s wedding, but it will be worse if both of us are absent. The only reason why I won’t go is because I don’t want them asking me about Harold, or Nicole. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back my tears if that happens. We can go to the doctor after you get back. After all, you’re only going to be gone for three days. I can even go to the hospital by myself if I think it’s necessary. I’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, you guys aren’t going to be gone for long.” “I don

So it wasn't surprising that he was taken aback. Joshua looked at me affectionately and said, "I miss you, Tiff. Why didn't you wait for me back in the village?" Despite years of not seeing each other, I couldn't help but let out a laugh in disbelief. He was still so shameless. I asked, "Do we know each other? Stop trying to make it seem like we have any connection to each other! I'm warning you—bother me again and I'll call the police on you!"

he said softly, “can we go somewhere where nobody calls me ‘Alpha’s mistake’?” My heart shattered. “Yes, baby. Somewhere far away.” We left before dawn. No goodbyes. No messages. Just silence. But on the plane, I sent David one final text: This is the end. From now on, you’ll never see us again. By the time the sun rose over Blazetooth Pack, Joseph and I were already miles away. And for the first time in five years, the bond between us and the Alpha began to die.

Then, after one final, lingering look at the diner, he turned and left. When Nissa received the letter, she was momentarily stunned. After Benjamin hovered around her for so long, his sudden, clean departure caught her off guard. She opened the envelope. Inside were two things: a divorce agreement and a single sheet of letter paper. On the soft pink sheet, only two simple lines were written: "I'm leaving. I wish you freedom and happiness." Nissa lowered her gaze and read the two lines over and over. Then, quietly, she folded the letter and slipped it into her pocket.

"I won't let you waste your life on me." He reached out, cradling my face, his touch warm, unbearable. "You're what I need, Leah. Don't you see?" I shut my eyes, letting myself feel it - just for a second - before stepping back. "I'm sorry." His hands fell, empty. "So this is goodbye?" I nodded, the weight settling in. "Yeah. It's better this way." He looked away, defeated. "I don't know if I can take that."

I struck a finger at her. “I drove all the way down here for Tame Impala so I’m going to see Tame Impala. I don’t think you understand but Summer ends in ten days for me and the past few weeks have been hard as hell. My parents got divorced and my dad is marrying another woman who would probably scam him of his entire net worth. God I hate him so much, I hate everyone in the whole world but this man right behind me.”

"It’s a bit dry for a picnic, isn’t it?" Arthur asked, his voice echoing with his usual impatience. He looked down at his polished leather shoes, which were already accumulating a layer of dust from the gravel path of Crestview High. It was Day 30. The weather was unusually warm for a Tuesday afternoon, and the old school park was mostly deserted, save for a few crows perched on the rusting swing sets. "I didn’t bring a basket, Arthur. I just wanted to walk," Evelyn said. She moved slowly, her hand occasionally reaching out to touch the peeling paint of the wooden benches. Every step felt like she was wading through thick water, but she forced herself to keep her posture straight.

I know that even though my family is not telling me anything i'm aware that they are already tired not only financially but physically, mom and dad have done so many things for me to survive they fight with me until here until my end I want all of you to be happy, I'll leave you guys here but soon I'll meet you again. Remember that whenever you're sad,just stare at the sky and you'll see me there smiling back at you. We are born to be happy, so as long as you have time, make the best out of it, do whatever makes your day complete, let them judge you let them pull you down, but always remember that you should fight for it, show the world who you are and what you can do. Goodbyes are not fore