Goodbye To My Love の小説・ストーリー

Then, mustering all her courage, she flung the heavy urn as far into the horizon as she could, through tears and sobs. "I promised to love you… only until it's time to say goodbye. And that moment has come. Today, I say goodbye. Today, I let you go, Grandpa… You're free now. Go be with Grandma, go be with my mom. Rest. And when the time comes, I'll join you. Maybe then you'll meet my husband—a wonderful man, a man…"

Andrew, tears streaming down his face, did not seem to realize I was not emotionally budging for him, still holding me, begging non-stop. "Come back to me, please. I'm begging you, Lina. You're my mate, my Luna. I can't be without you." "That's in the past." I pushed Andrew away, his tears meaning nothing to me. "Andrew, that call about you and Louise? That was when I knew I had to leave. "I did love you once, but that was ages ago. My saving you time and again wasn't out of love but out of duty. I'm a healer, after all.

Let me feel the warmth of being truly loved, just once. But in this life, my spirit has grown weary. Let me finally rest.

And eventually, I started to believe it. That I was unwanted. Unlucky. A mistake. My mother had never made me feel that way. She'd made me feel loved. Special. Like I could do anything. And then she was gone, and Aunt Brianna had spent ten years trying to erase every good thing my mother had taught me. I touched my mother's bracelet, the metal warm against my skin. "I miss you, Mama," I whispered. The house was quiet around me. I wondered if Mike would ask questions. About my past. About what Aunt Brianna had meant.

Slowly, she turned back, her face wet with tears, her voice trembling but steady. “I loved you once,” she whispered, her words like shards of glass piercing the night. Alex’s breath caught, his eyes widening with fragile hope, waiting for her to finish. It was clear her mind was made up even though there was still fragments of yearnings of her past feelings for Alex, still pulling at her. But then her voice hardened, sharp with the weight of her truth. “But that love died with your neglect.” Her words struck like a death sentence. Alex staggered back on his knees, his chest heaving, his mouth opening but no sound escaping.

After leaving the company, my phone buzzed with messages from Monica. [I'll wait for you at the courthouse tomorrow.] [I arranged for a specialist to treat your mom.] [Once we get our marriage certificates, we'll visit her together.] I laughed bitterly and bid her a silent farewell. 'Goodbye, Monica,' I thought to myself. I took my luggage and went straight to the airport. The next day, while I was already gone, she stood at the entrance of the courthouse, her freshly obtained divorce papers still warm in her hand.

So what she had personally burned at every previous stop was their future. Their memories flashed before his eyes, each one delivering a pain so deep it felt like he was being stabbed in the heart. Only now did he realize how deeply he loved her—down to the very marrow of his bones. He could not, and would not, allow her to destroy the last remaining trace of what they'd had. Alessandro tucked the letter into the diary he always carried with him. Then, he ordered his men to flood the area with large quantities of colorless, odorless sedative gas.

But research showed that roughly 67% of people were able to recover from the grief of losing a loved one within about a year and returned to normal life. Marcus managed to do that. He built a new life. Three years later, he got married and had two children. While raising them, he became almost obsessive about treating them equally, fearing he might make one of them feel wronged. Leon gradually recovered under various advanced treatments, though years of mental strain had left him with heart disease. Three years later, he visited Madison's grave for the first time. He shaved neatly, wore a fine suit, and arrived with flowers in hand. Leon placed a ring in front of her tombstone but couldn't u

I forbid it. My blue lips turn up at the ends in a soft smile. 'Too late, Killian O'Hara. Where I am going, you have no authority.' The light fades from my eyes, and I drift away quietly without any fuss. 'Goodbye, Killian O'Hara, my love, my life.'