I Was Already Gone Novels & Stories

For some reason , I felt distant , like we had already been separated . I pushed my chair back and got out of there , running out of the pack house . I changed midway and kept running till I could no longer run .

Empty. That couldn't begin to describe how I felt. Numb. That could to an extent. I guess, after all, we didn't have a bond that would enable me to know whether or not she was alive. Because I was only just finding out she was... Gone. I couldn't even bring myself to think it. Eunice was gone, I wouldn't ever see her again, wouldn't ever hear her laugh or tell me that I looked like I'd just drank wolfsbane. Ever again.

Connor would rot away the rest of his blind life in prison. I knew I had only moments left before I had to leave him, so I whispered in his ear, "I hope that in my next life, I will never meet someone like you again." I watched as a tear slid down his cheek. Perhaps he had heard me or could sense my presence somehow. No matter. None of that mattered anymore. I could finally move on.

But I was alone, the warmth of her presence fading, leaving me with nothing but the echo of her words and the hollow ache of her absence. A choked sob escaped me, and I clutched at my chest, my heart heavy. She was gone, just as quickly as she had appeared, and I was left alone once more, the memory of her touch slipping further with each passing second.

As he looked at another woman the way he used to look at me. And then he was gone. Forever. Suzy was right. I am already dead.

"Letting you die now would be a kindness." Mirabelle threw her head back and laughed hysterically. "Coward! You're just afraid—afraid of doing what it takes!" She laughed so hard that she could barely breathe. By the time she regained her composure, Cameron had vanished. The street hummed with traffic and neon lights. Everything felt strangely distant, like the remnants of a fever dream. …

"Bella… please, come back…" The truth behind our parents' deaths had come to light. Audrey had paid her price. And slowly, I began to fade. In a haze, I thought I saw our parents waving to me. 'Bobby… it's time for me to go.' … Bobby's POV When I learned Bella had gone overseas to provide aid, it felt like half my soul had vanished. That moment, I understood true panic. The last time I had such a terrible feeling… was the night our parents died.

But I couldn't stop. I couldn't help walking even if I thought my legs would break. Even when the trees began to resemble each other, and I had no idea where we were anymore. We were just… gone. Gone from the pack. Gone from the home I built. Gone from the man I loved. Gone.

Still. The cab driver started the engine. The house shrank behind us. Disappeared. I didn’t look back. I went in as one person. I left knowing everything. All of it.

I hadn’t understood that then. I did now. “She’s gone,” one of the men had said earlier. Soft voice. Careful eyes. Like grief was a wild animal that might turn on him if he spoke too loudly. Gone. Not dead. They never used the word. I gripped the railing until the metal bit into my palms. My body was healed fractures knit, burns faded but something inside me stayed broken, frozen at the moment her light swallowed her whole. I closed my eyes. And there it was again.