He Left Me To Die Novels & Stories

He was growing impatient. I opened an eye, took one last look at the sky before, releasing my final breath. I gave myself up. I gave myself to death. And he did not hesitate to take me away.

I looked at him with an unbelievable look , “Did you think I'd leave you to die?” He shook his head no. “You're sick and it's not helping talking to you, it will worsen your condition,” I said to him standing up to leave. “Don't leave, Wendy,” he breathed and my breath sucked in. I didn't look back, I couldn't. “I'm lonely, and I might really die if you leave,” he said. I threw my head back, my eyes shut close. I'm on the verge of threading the wrong path. And they will really be no going back. “Please,” he whispered.

“Nikita, please just tell us what’s going on.” My heart pounded against my ribcage, a desperate drum trying to keep time against the tide of chaos threatening to overtake me. I took a breath, steadying the tremor in my hands, and when I spoke, the words felt like stones sinking into the abyss. “As you all know, I died...” I forced myself to continue. “...But when I did, I saw my mother. She told me the only way I could truly die was by the hand of my curse. It has to run its course.”

“Don’t leave me! Daddy, don’t do this,don’t do this to me!” Nurses rushed in, trying to pull me back, but I held onto him like a lifeline. “Please! Just open your eyes—just one more time! Daddy, please—don’t leave me alone!” But he was gone. He wasn’t coming back. And the light in my world died with him. Everything faded to black. I collapsed on the floor, swallowed by the darkness that now lived inside me.

But she remained beyond my reach, her spirit forever severed from the world of the living. My men stood behind me, their silent presence a testament to the gravity of the moment. I turned to them, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Leave us," I commanded, my words a solemn decree that brooked no argument. They nodded in understanding, their expressions a mirror of the grief that weighed heavy upon my soul.

“You know I could pull the plug on you at any time.” I looked over my shoulder, met his eyes one last time. “Then do it,” I whispered. “Because either way… I’m already a dead man walking.” I turned the handle and stepped out, leaving his silence behind me.

“I just found out I’m not human anymore. My entire world just shattered. You don’t get to tell me you’re dying on top of that.” He winced slightly as another cough tried to rise but forced it down. “You’re supposed to be beside me,” I whispered. “We’re supposed to do this together.” “I know.” “Then don’t leave me,” I said. “Don’t make me do this alone.” His hand covered mine where it was still clenched in his shirt. “You’re not alone.” “I am if you die.” The word tasted bitter in my mouth. He pulled me closer, resting his forehead against mine. His breathing was shallow, uneven.

“You were on a stage with me. In a club. In a warehouse. Bleeding. And you didn’t think I should know?” “I didn’t want you looking at me like that,” he says. “Like what?” I choke. “Like I might leave again,” he says quietly. “On a stretcher this time.” The word *leave* slices through me. Hot. Sharp. “Don’t you dare joke about that,” I snap. “You don’t get to joke about dying when you’re sitting here leaking on expensive furniture.” His mouth twitches. “I’m not joking,” he says. “I’m making peace.”

I intoned. He looked down at me “Everything is happening to you because you are weak” he stepped back “The weak ones always end up dying” Without another word, he turned and left. I was still confused knowing I had not yet gotten my answer Did he really kill Lucy?

My unborn bαby wαs αbout to be ripped αwαy. The mαn I once loved hαd killed one child αnd ordered the deαth of the other. There wαs nothing left for me. The αmbulαnce doors slαmmed‚ the sound echoing in the distαnce of my fαding mind. Theo kept tαlking‚ his words shαking. “You’re not αllowed to die‚ do you heαr me? You don’t get to give up‚ you fight‚ Celeste‚ fight—”