I Was Already Gone Novels & Stories

Whatever we’d been last night, whatever I’d thought we might still be It was gone. And this time, I knew better than to hope it would come back. Shit.

I stumbled after them. "No—don't—" I whispered. They'd already destroyed everything. I was a dead man I was gonna die even more tomorrow.

I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away. I did not look back or hold on. I was like a quiet breeze, gone from this world.

A raw, inexpressible pain surged within his chest, sharp and unrelenting. "So, does that mean we can't even be friends?" "What do you expect? You think I would ever call the person who killed my daughter a friend? Never! I never want to see you again, Zeke! You disgust me!" Without another word, Lily climbed into the car. Zeke stood frozen and stunned. His thoughts were scattered and elusive. His gaze drifted upward, where dark clouds had begun to gather, heralding the coming rain. Everything between them had ended, without hope for mending.

Behind me, Aiden’s sobs disappeared into the breeze, and so did all the years we shared. The sun sank into the horizon, painting the sky in blood and gold. And I knew that my new life began now.

"Stop being so full of yourself, Jayden. I'm perfectly well-off right now, and it was just a coincidence that I met you here." I then tried to tug my arm out of his grasp, but he was holding on too tightly. In fact, his grip was hurting me. I continued, "Our relationship already ended many years ago, and I've never tried to seek you out again. You can rest assured of that." He frowned at me, looking deep in thought. In order to dispel his confusion, I elaborated, "Also, I'm married. My mate has a rather bad temper, so it'll be bad news if he sees you clinging onto me."

This apology sounded empty, stripped of any real weight. "Fine. I accept it." I said it so lightly, as if I had never loved him at all. He froze, clearly not expecting that. "Shirley, don't do this out of anger, okay?" However, when he saw my calm, unreadable expression, his voice faltered, because there was nothing left in my face, no anger, no sadness, just a quiet clarity, and finally, he understood that I had truly let go. I glanced at my watch. "The launch is still ongoing. If you need anything, talk to the doctor."

I stood there, frozen, watching even when the car was no longer in sight, overwhelmed by the ache of his absence, feeling utterly abandoned. Even when the road became empty again. He is gone. Jay is gone.

“Why must you leave? Can’t you stay with me? “Weren’t you happy with me? Can we not get a divorce? Not because Cassidy is better, and not for any other reason. Let’s just stay together.” Tabitha paused for a moment before reaching out to shuffle his hair. Her voice was tender. “Okay. We can stay together.” … Koben woke up the next day with a splitting headache. He sat there with his head in his hands, lost in thought for quite a while. Yet, he couldn’t recall how he had left the class reunion and made it home safely.

No wonder Tim could be so utterly deranged as to dig up his mother’s grave just to frame me. As it turned out, the whole “death” was a lie. I sent Sarah a message. “Tim’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is in the email I sent you.” Whether she chose to read it or not was no longer my concern. My flight was booked for three days later. Summer had done the booking. When Sarah returned home, she saw me packing. Half my clothes had been thrown away, and a small portion had been boxed up and shipped to South City.