Goodbye To Romance Novels & Stories

My voice softened, but there was still a frown stamped on my face. Romi stared at me for a moment, but the awkward silence made it look like a thousand years. “Kill the feelings, of course,” she said, reaching for the bottle of water. As she drank, the water glug-glugged down her throat. Her throat bobbed with each gulp. She smacked her lips as she dramatically slammed the bottle on the table like some kind of drunkard. “Good girl.” I smiled at her. “It’s all for the best.” I knew what it meant to love someone who has another person in their life, and it wasn’t something I would wish on an enemy, let alone a friend.

"Good." The End.

Goodbye, my former love! No, goodbye forever in this lifetime!

I passed the meals off to my coworkers, and he did not even seem to mind. Then, on my birthday, he pulled a full-on romantic gesture—down on one knee, right in front of everyone, and popped the question. "Harriet, can you give me one more shot? You're the one I love, the only one for me. I can't be without you. I've totally cut Yvonne out. She's history, and she won't bother us again." His eyes were full of hope, but all I could say was, "The divorce is set for tomorrow. Don't be late again, or I'll have my lawyer take it to court. Trust me, it'll be a mess for you."

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Look at me. Just look at me and tell me you don't love me anymore. We had so many memories together. We were so in love. How could you just forget?" I let out a slow breath and met his bloodshot, desperate eyes. "Brandon, I don't love you anymore. Is that clear enough?" In that instant, it was as if all the strength had drained out of him. He started pounding his fists against the ground, over and over, even as blood seeped from his hands, as though he couldn't feel a thing. "Jocelyn, please! Even if you don't love me, we can start over. I'm begging you… Don't do this…"

They held onto each other as if afraid the moment might slip away. The tension that hung between them slowly melted into the warmth of forgiveness. “I love you,” he whispered against her ear. Amara’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she whispered back, “I love you too.” They stood there in silence, just breathing each other in, letting the noise of the world fade into the background. Forgiveness doesn’t erase pain, but sometimes it’s the bridge that brings two hearts back together. Amara knew what it meant to fight for love, but this time she also knew she had to guard her peace.

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.

The roses I had spent all afternoon picking were already starting to wilt, just like our six years together were coming to an end. Carl disappeared for a week. When he finally came back, he didn't say a word about where he'd been or ask how I was doing. The first thing he said was that he wanted to sleep with another woman. I didn't even know how long we sat there in silence until his phone rang on the table. It was that special ringtone he had set for Wendy Lyle. "Carl, you're still not coming?" Wendy's voice came through the phone. I tightened my fist so hard that my knuckles went white. "Carl Larson! We're not over yet!"

Her mother said which caused her to sigh. “I know…it’s just hard because you all won’t be there with me.” A tear rolled down her face. Romero stepped forward and wiped it away. “We will always be in your heart il mio amore (my love). please be happy and don’t worry about loving Jonathan in return, because I told him it was ok” He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tight. “Goodbye Ellie, I love you” He stepped back and was gone. Tears streamed down her face and it felt like her heart was breaking again. Crystal stepped forward and gave her a hug

"That wasn't my intention. I just... I wanted to see you. One last time. Before we go our separate ways." Tessa nodded, tears already falling. "Is there anything else you want to say?" he asked. She shook her head. What was there to say? He had made up his mind. He had forgiven her, but he couldn't stay. And she had to accept that. Even if it destroyed her. Roman stepped closer. He reached out and brushed a tear from her cheek — then leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead. The kiss was soft. Gentle. Final. Then he pulled away. "Goodbye, Tessa."