I Closed My Eyes And She Slipped Away Novels & Stories

Memories flickered through my fading mind—his smile when we first met, the ring sliding onto my finger, the tears he shed at the tea farm. My mind was slipping away, and all I could hear was the hum of the machine. In my last moments, I thought I heard him calling my name. His voice was so far and so near at the same time. Autumn wind swept the curtains open. Golden sunlight spilled across the bed. I closed my eyes and let darkness embrace me.

The world had stopped, leaving me in this frozen moment of horror and loss. I closed my eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but when I opened them, the burnt body was still lying there, the bagged ID and her purse carelessly beside it. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I shut my eyes again, desperately trying to breathe. In the darkness behind my eyelids, I saw her—Ariana—walking away, just walking away. I whispered her name, barely audible, and she turned to me, waved, and turned again, disappearing into the shadows.

She stepped back before the song ended, offering me a small nod. “It was nice to meet you,” she said. Then she turned and walked away, curls swaying, heels clicking against the marble. And I stood there, suspended in time. Everything in me screamed that it was her. But if she was Tessa… Why didn’t she say a word? Why did she walk away? And why the hell were her eyes different?

Everyone except Lin. She walked to the window. Rain on her face. Eyes closed. Smiling. "Finally," she said. "An ending." She stepped out. I lunged. Caught her wrist. One hand. Slipping. "Let go," she said. "It's better. I'm tired, Yan. Tired of seeing. Tired of being seen." "Then close your eyes." I pulled. Hard. "Be blind again. But stay." She looked at me. Really looked.

I walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside. The world outside was blanketed in white — still, frozen, and distant. Just like the way she left. No note. No message. Just gone. I sighed and leaned my forehead against the glass, closing my eyes for a moment. Why does it feel like she’s slipping away again… even when she’s just starting over? PAIGE’S POV

I said blinking away, but she persist, fighting the urge, not to look back, i finally say , “ fine fine, i would prepare it” She slams hard on my body, but this time, i don't fight the urge as i find my hands leaning forwards, curling gently around her, this is the closet I have ever been to her and for the first time it felt like a dream, as everything seemed to go so well, her scent filled the air around me, and die a second I find myself closing my eyes to savior this little Moment , but just then her phone rings

And for once… I did. There was no blood, no enemies, no war just… her. Just… us. She walked closer, her fingers brushing mine, warm, soft and real. “Stay,” she whispered. And God… I wanted to, I wanted to stay there forever. But then the sound, a crack. Like something breaking. Her hand slipped from mine. The laughter faded, the light disappeared. And everything went dark. My eyes snapped open. Pain hit first. A dull, heavy ache in my head, like something was pressing down from the inside.

And whatever she sees in my eyes— It’s enough. Her grip loosens. She steps back. And lets me go. I don’t say anything else. I just turn— And walk away.

the words come out in barely a whisper “Yes” I smile “You need to get her away from here” The slave closes the door behind us, with a nod of her head, leaving me flummoxed.

I smile weakly, nodding. "I won't forget." "Goodnight then." "Night." She gives me one last look before she darts out into the rain, vanishing amongst the shadows. I lean my head back, my eyes fluttering closed. I'm fucked.