Romans & histoires I Want To Run Away And Never Say Goodbye

"Jay, I know you're not unreasonable. There must be something behind this. Talk to us. We can fix it. Don't break Yasmin's heart." All eyes were on me, waiting for an explanation. I smiled, looking at Yasmin's tear-streaked face. I spoke slowly and deliberately. "I don't want to be with her anymore. I'm tired of it. Isn't that allowed?" It was like throwing ice water on a grease fire. The hall erupted. Yasmin collapsed against Mom's shoulder. Her body hung limp and lifeless, the light in her eyes completely gone. "Jayden, you can stop loving me, but you cannot humiliate me like this. Do ten years of our love mean nothing to you?" Her voice was barely audible—fragile, trembling.

"You unravel us against the enemies, as we ask for your light and armor to fight against their activities, blueprints, seedlings, lies, and destructions in our lives and members of our family, as we join hands with unity in mind, body, souls, and spirit with the coverings of the most precious blood of Jesus Christ our Lord, declaring victory in Christ, Everyone says, Amen!" The family arrives at the embassy with the lawyer, and the embassy immediately approves the family's request to travel after two or three days.”Fantastic! That God is always so good! " Rudolf exclaims.”At least your agony to return to your motherland is relieved, and dreams come true," Rudolf is happy to the realization.

I smiled bitterly and said softly, "I understand." There would be no next time. In two days, I would take our child and fly to another country. I tried to use coldness to drive Vincent away, but not only did he not leave, he even sat beside me and brought a spoonful of soup to my lips. Before it reached my mouth, the bowl crashed onto the bed. The scalding liquid instantly covered my skin with blisters. At the doorway, Madison had collapsed to the floor. She looked at him, her whole body shaking with sobs.

Elio didn't look back at her, but he reached behind him to pat her hand reassuringly. His gaze remained locked on me, his tone leaving no room for debate. "We'll talk about this at home." Seeing his tall frame shielding another woman from the wind, a chill pierced my heart. "So this is what a Don's promise is worth. Nothing." His jaw tightened, and he looked ready to explode, but before he could speak, I had already turned away. "Eleonora!" he called after me. I didn't look back. Step by step, I walked out of that underground racetrack, away from the stench of gasoline and blood.

So it wasn't surprising that he was taken aback. Joshua looked at me affectionately and said, "I miss you, Tiff. Why didn't you wait for me back in the village?" Despite years of not seeing each other, I couldn't help but let out a laugh in disbelief. He was still so shameless. I asked, "Do we know each other? Stop trying to make it seem like we have any connection to each other! I'm warning you—bother me again and I'll call the police on you!"

She didn't look at me, only at Grayson, lifting her chin with a brave, understanding smile. "Goodbye. My mom and I are leaving now." The tears I had been holding back finally spilled. I turned quickly, discreetly wiping them away. Grayson grabbed my arm suddenly. "Alicia… she…" His face was full of shock, his pupils contracting as if he had seen something he couldn't comprehend. I seized the moment to pull away, my voice calm but final. "We're leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Ulrich." That was our last goodbye. That day, I took the passports I had prepared long ago, packed our bags, and booked tickets to Furlance. We didn't speak of Grayson again. Alicia even pretended lightly, talking about emailing M

Memories flashed through my mind, stopping at the moment Sean pushed me into the water yesterday. I placed the keys and the ring on the shoe cabinet by the door, then dragged my suitcase out of the house. On the plane, just before the announcement to turn off phones, I sent Sean one last message, "I’m leaving. Don’t contact me again. Don’t disturb me. I don’t want you anymore." Nine years of my youth ended with that. It was time to move forward. Four hours later, the plane touched down. As soon as I turned my phone back on, a flood of messages and missed calls poured in, causing the phone to buzz for almost a full minute.

I wanted to escape from it but it was clear I can't escape from it. The moment my body reacted, I realized I wasn’t just standing there anymore—I was running. Running away from Sebastian. Running away from being captured. Running toward my freedom to start a new life. My instincts were screaming at me to flee, to vanish into the darkness where I will never be seen again, but I knew better. Running wasn’t an option anymore for me. If I turned my back, I could see that Sebastian would drag me into the abyss I had fought so desperately to escape from.

I plead with my siblings with my best puppy dog eyes trying to hold back the tears at the same time. They're not wavering though; I can see this in all four of their eyes. Setting my taco down, unlock my brakes to push lightly away from the table to head toward the mud room without a word. Switching to my other chair, I head out of the house more depressed than I have been in a while seeing that it hurts my siblings that mom won't let me see our youngest sibling; heading around to the front of the house, out the driveway toward the park. I need to try and get this out of my system. I know I should tell them where I'm going but I just need to be alone for a while.

My mouth gape open, "Unless you have noticed it is something I want to talk to you personally." He looked at me for a while. Not saying anything, "Then I am sure it can wait." He said finally and walked away from me. I stood there speechless. He was running away. Again. That is what he does. Always. "RUN AGAIN. GO. ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU ARE BEST AT? RUNNING AWAY." I yelled at him as he walked away. I hoped he would stop and come back. But he didn't. I took a deep breath before yelling the last sentence out.