Goodbye To My Love Novels & Stories

She stared down at my body and murmured, "Sophie! Don't leave me! Mommy loves you..." And then, overwhelmed, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed. I stood beside her, utterly confused. What even was love supposed to be? Wasn't love supposed to make someone happy? Make them feel cherished? Why did my mother spend my whole life hitting me, cursing at me, never once favoring me, saying such vicious things that she drove me toward wanting to die? And only after I was dead, decide to say she loved me? Was this really what she called love? Mom, I think, all of a sudden, I don't want your love anymore.

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.

Jasper’s gaze turned to ice. "I’ll say this one last time: I never loved you. Not then, not now. And I know exactly what I want. It’s not you." "I gave you every chance to keep your dignity. You threw it away. And now you’ve dared to hurt the woman I love most." He swept me into his arms and headed for the door. "Halle, neither my wife nor I ever want to see you again. Cross that line again, and the consequences will be far worse."

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.

Almost. “I’m so sorry…” Tears soaked through my shirt as his face pressed against me, his grip tightening like he was holding onto something slipping away. “This is my one last try…” My chest constricted. “I’ll say goodbye.” Goodbye.The word landed strangely. It was uncomfortable, somehow. “I love you, Travis.” Something twisted painfully inside me. “My One.” His voice was barely a whisper now. “Mi único.”

I want to lift my hand to touch her beloved face but it seems like lead has been placed on my body and I can't move. "I love you." She sobs. "I love you too, Gabriel. Please don't leave me." It took me dying to hear those words from her and they'd have been welcome if my body didn't decide that it has had enough and shuts down, letting the darkness overcome me. ~~Arian~~

He turned around away from me I picked myself up I have had enough of it I have been humiliated to the extent I never knew It's time to leave now Leave for good You may not love me Xavier but this heart will always beat for you You will be the first and last person I loved May she be your everything I couldn't As I made my way out I turned around one last time to look at him He still had his back toward me I bid my farewell with the words I longed to tell him "Pain...no more.. happiness no more...cries no more.. giggles no more...the only thing left is a place in this heart which will remain void with reminiscence of the past" "Goodbye Xavier may you get all that makes you happy...may you ge

I turned to face him and shook my head. "But you still care about him, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t go see him." Sadness flashed across Ethan’s face. I stayed quiet for a moment before speaking up, my voice sincere. "If I said I didn’t care about him at all, I’d be lying to you. Seven years of memories don’t just vanish overnight, Ethan." "I understand." Ethan lowered his head.

Now, standing in front of him, she felt nothing at all. "That was the past," she said. "It doesn't count anymore. You've changed. I've changed. I don't love you now. And I don't want to marry you. I have my own life to live. And you have yours. We were never meant to be in the same world. I've let you go a long time ago, Jack. So let me go too, okay?"

He betrayed you, and he failed me, too. [If one day he truly repents, would you be willing to give him another chance? [I ask not for an answer. I only wonder… [Would you still be willing to believe in love, one more time?] I stood frozen for a long time as I held the letter in my hands. Only when night fell did I whisper to the empty room: “I’m willing to give myself another chance, but not him.” This time, I finally understood— Letting go didn’t mean we would never meet again.