I Want To Run Away And Never Say Goodbye Mga Nobela at Kwento

So that's what I do, the moment he looks away from me, I open the door and run.

I sigh, wondering if everyone will be this excitable whenever I want to make an announcement. “Settle down everyone!” Grace orders, her smile set into a playful smirk. She is clearly enjoying herself. As the crowd quiets again, I thank her before turning back to face the crowd. “I want to apologize for my behaviour earlier today but I also want to assure you all that killing my father was the right thing to do. As such I want to announce that the Run which is to happen in six months will be canceled.” I begin to explain, seeing confusion and shock amongst the crowd.

~CAMILLE~ “Do not wait! Run! Escape! Leave here!” Those words resounded in my head. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn’t look up; I didn’t know where I was going, but I kept running. I wanted to escape. I wanted to leave everyone and everything behind. Did the moon goddess give me a second chance so that I could go through the same hardship again? No! I wouldn’t let that happen. This time, I would escape. I would run far—so far that nobody, not even the goddess, could see me.

"I hope you tell your family that you don't want anything to do with me. Like, nothing. Never again. And I'll tell my family the same thing. That we're completely incompatible. That this was a disaster. That we should never see each other again. Ever." I was rambling. I knew I was rambling. But I couldn't stop. "So, yeah. Goodbye. Have a nice life. I hope your work emergency goes well or whatever. Bye!" I turned on my heel, nearly twisting my ankle in these stupid heels and practically ran down the sidewalk. Behind me, I heard him call out, "Wait…" But I didn't wait. I just ran as fast as my feet would carry me, my purse bouncing against my hip, my heart racing like I'd just escaped a near-d

Ten minutes later, her text popped up on my phone. [Lincoln, I have to stay with Gurney to meet his parents. I'll definitely visit your mom the next time!] I was not even surprised. In the past two years, I had lost count of how many times I heard that same phrase. 'Next time, for sure'. Missed our anniversary? 'Next time, for sure'. Bailed on visiting my mother? 'Next time, for sure'. Too busy to go get our marriage registered? 'Tomorrow, for sure'.

Aidan needs to stop calling! I look at the signs on the boards as I drive down the freeway. Against all better judgement, I take the exit to the beach close to my mothers facility. Parking, I breathe in the salty air. I walk down the board walk. But an ice cream and squidge my toes in the sand. I become a child again. No more making drugs, selling and shipping them. No more bills and paper work. No decisions or lies. Just me. nothing important. I walk back to my car. My Honda i10. I think it’s time for something new. Something more me. Especially since the horses are arriving soo. I need something to tow them. So I head to the nearest Toyota.

Yet I managed to embark on another fifteen hour journey back home, writing nothing but a simply goodbye letter. Even though I expected a sort of turmoil from the trip, I certainly didn't expect this. 'you could see me as a horrible person for not even saying a goodbye. For doing to same thing I did years ago. But I admit on my side, I'm still doing the same, running away and I knew you'd stop me. It's all I do, always -rather than fighting, I run. But I do hope I get to see again, soon. I don't know when I'd get over this, but I could some help. Call me'

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

I have to escape! I do the only thing that comes to my mind: I run.

We talked about the old days—turning over photographs, one by one. Each picture carried a memory, and the memories never seemed to run out. The moon slowly began to set, and my body started to turn transparent again. "Greyson," my voice was fading. "I have to leave now. The Moon Goddess is calling me." He frantically tried to grab my hand. "Don't go! Stay with me a little longer..." I smiled gently, my body beginning to drift upward, out of my control. "Millie, let me hold you one last time," he cried out.