Just Can't Say Goodbye Novels & Stories

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

The kind of presence that makes me reconsider today’s goodbye. “I packed,” I say quietly. “I know.” We sip in silence. The kind that no longer aches. It hums instead, steady and alive. “I added something to the list,” he says, pulling a folded scrap of paper from his pocket. He hands it to me. #27: Say goodbye without breaking. I smile, even as my throat tightens. “That one’s ambitious.” He shrugs, easy, shoulders broad beneath the hoodie. “So was cliff diving.”

I'm not sure if I should say anything because my time is running out, and any exchanged words could cause an argument. "Goodbye," is the only thing I say before leaving the room.

Again. I fucking hate that he didn’t even bid goodbye to me. He said thank you, yes. He gave his “wholehearted” gratitude in front of my face. But can he also do that the moment he leaves? Goodbye is just two syllables, that’s just so easy to be uttered. Or he can even wave a hand to me. Anyway, what’s done is done. What happened has already happened, time only runs forward. Never backward.

Silence filled the space. Then. “I won’t be able to reach you,” she said quietly. My chest tightened. “Yeah.” Another pause. Longer. Heavier. Then. “Then this is goodbye.” The words landed harder than I expected. Because for everything I’d lost. She had been constant. The one thing that stayed. And now. That was ending too. I swallowed slightly. Then said. “Thanks.” Simple. But real. A pause. Then. “Don’t disappear,” she said.

I said. I controlled the loud sob that was threatening to come out and sighed, "Goodbye, Scarlett." "Please don't make it a goodbye," She sobbed loudly. "I don't have any other option," I said with tears running down my face. "Goodbye, Scarlett." "Bye, Hazel," She sobbed and I disconnected the call.

look. "Goodbye, Mr. Goñen." I said as I turn around and leave the room, Jay following right behind me. I understand Jay's impatience. After all, what is the point of waiting if this person I'm trying to forgive doesn't mind if he is forgiven or not? It's like fishing for a fish in a desert; the one without water. It's useless; hopeless. Just as the door shut close, I'm not sure if it was my brain or a supernatural being, but one thing's for sure. I heard this before I left, "Goodbye, Ms. Langston."

I may even let myself shed a few tears because if any situation warranted that, this sure was it… I summoned my usual blank face, though this time; it took all my willpower to keep it pasted on my face and not break into sobs. “I guess, this is goodbye then. Have a good life, Zane. I hope you will find a good girl with whom you could live a trouble-free life. G- Goodbye…” Damn it! My voice just had to break at the end, giving away my reluctance to part with him when I wanted to project a strong, unaffected front!

No one knew when it could reopen. Benjamin approached, wanting to offer some words of comfort, but nothing came. He, who could speak circles around anyone in business, now stood helpless and mute in front of her. Before he could speak, Nissa lifted her phone. Her eyes were dull, expression gray. On the screen was a single sentence. "Did you do this?" Benjamin froze. She suspected him? He could not believe it. A wave of cold ran through his chest, his heart gripped by grief, anger, and emptiness.

[You can imagine I die on duty if you want, because no matter what happens, we will never see each other again. [Take care, Hera. [Farewell.]