I Was Already Gone Novels & Stories

How long was I gone? My body felt fragile. As if it had aged years in mere hours. I was weak—so weak. But I had returned. Barely. And now… nothing will ever be the same. My family's gone. My friends—gone. Even the one I once called my lover… gone. All that’s left is him. My fated mate. The only one who remained. The same one who’s been waiting in the shadows—patiently, silently—to turn my life into a waking nightmare.

His hand gestured uselessly in the air before finally dropping to his side. "Lucas, we-" Dad's voice trembled slightly. However, I turned and walked away, leaving them calling out futilely behind me.

I was done with that fucking shrink who always materialized the second I wasn’t there. Done with both of them. Even if every step away burned like hell.

Past the park where she told me she wasn’t sure she could do this anymore. Every memory, still intact. Still sharp. And every streetlight, every song on the radio, every empty room in my penthouse only confirms what I already know: She’s gone. And I let her go. And no one—especially not Lila—is going to fill that space. Not now. Maybe not ever.

Gone as in fired or gone as in Gone as in no longer a problem. I shivered. I did not want to imagine what that meant. You did not kill him I said. He looked at me. I gave him a choice. He chose to disappear. I swallowed. Somehow that was worse. He left then and the room felt emptier without him. I lay back on the couch staring at the ceiling. My phone buzzed in my hand. A message from Sandra. Are you okay Please tell me you are okay. I typed back with trembling fingers. I am alive. That is all I can promise.

Desperate and searching. Feeling for something that wasn’t there anymore. “They were there,” I whispered. “All of them were there…” “I know.” “No, you don’t!” I cried, tears spilling now. “You don’t know what it feels like!” My body shook and my breath uneven. “I didn’t even know,” I choked out. “I didn’t even know there were three and now… now one of them is just…” Gone. The word wouldn’t come out, because saying it would make it real. And I wasn’t ready

It never had. Prince Noah Gray Gone too soon. Never forgotten. Gone. I stared at the word like if I looked long enough, it would rewrite itself. Like maybe I could burn my stare into the granite and make it say something else, anything else. Not “gone.” Not “too soon.” Just… still here.

In my head, Ann’s smile from earlier flashed— Faint. Cold. That wasn’t pouting. That wasn’t sulking. That was goodbye. The thought hit me like a lightning strike— She’s gone. Ann is gone. And this time… it’s real.

--- He held her gaze. --- “Because you’re not the same person anymore.” --- Silence. --- “And neither is this situation,” he added. --- That grounded her. --- Because he was right. --- This wasn’t the same dynamic. She wasn’t the same woman. --- She wasn’t waiting. Wasn’t hoping. Wasn’t trying to hold onto something that was already gone. --- She had already let go. --- This? This was just… an echo. --- --- She sat down slowly. Thinking.

“Look at me, I'm right close to you, you can't leave me like this…” But you know, he didn't move. He never did. He didn't breathe. He didn't respond to my calls. And slowly, the truth began to settle. Real. Like heavy and crushing. He was gone. I mean, that ‘gone’ they were saying the other time… he was really gone. The last piece of me that still belonged in this world. Is gone. My breath hitched and broke in my lungs as I slumped over. Then I rested my forehead against his weakened knuckles.