Last Thing He Told Me Season 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

he orders. "Why?" He grunts and continues eating. The wine goes to my head and the room spins slightly. Austin pours me another glass and I down it. "If I'm not leaving, let me spend my last night in peace, please." He lifts his head and our eyes meet. Death is back in the cold green irises. His voice is completely devoid of emotion when he says, "Last night was your last night."

It felt different from the other nights since this was the last one, the end. "Stand up," he said. His voice was calm and controlled. I obeyed immediately and stood up. He approached me, walking toward me slowly and deliberately. He stopped right in front of me, close enough to touch, but he did not touch me yet. He just looked down at me. "Tonight is the last night." "I know." "After tonight, things change." I nodded. "You said that." "Tonight, you're going back to the glass room." My stomach dropped at those words. The glass room meant watching again.

' I wanted to add but I'm having now difficulties with speaking because of crying too much. "Even if it would be the last beat, I want you to know that it's for you, Gabriel. I love you." And that's the last thing he said before he finally closed his eyes and there's nothing more to feel in his chest. 'Is this really how it's going to end?' ~to be continued~

At last, everything is over. The End

A pin-drop silence fell into the room giving the tension scopes to sprout, and then finally Sebastian's voice crushed it into mere pieces, bringing me back to reality from the momentary daze I did not know I'd fallen into. "Okay, now that you have got what you wanted. Spit it out," He looked at me dead in my eyes, "And before you start, get this straight—I want it to be the last time we are going through it. There's not going to be any more one last conversation after this."

His arms tightened around me, like he braced himself for an answer he wouldn’t like. I shifted, my eyes searching out his gaze, pondering why the question. “You’re my second,” I admitted. Just as I started to wonder whether he considered me lacking, a deep grumble of satisfaction sounded deep in his throat. “Good,” he said without elaborating. “I’ll be your last.” Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bu-bum.

I pleaded with him Another tear fell from his eye making me want to wipe it. But I stopped myself because I don't want to get his hopes high. "As you wish, Tasha. I love you so much. Just remember that." He said and turned back and started to walk toward the door. He opened the door and turned toward me. He sighed and left the house not before saying 'I love you' for the last time. I heard the noise of the door slamming shut with a force. And now the apartment is silent just like always.

Even on the day he discovered I had escaped from the villa, he had still been certain that I'd fled out of guilt, that I simply couldn't face him now that he knew the truth. He was waiting for me to crawl back, groveling for forgiveness just like the previous 17 times. Yet the days bled into one another, and I seemed to have evaporated into thin air. The unease in his heart began to grow. At long last, he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out his phone and dialed my number. "The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service." The automated response was enough to make the man who had always believed he controlled everything instantly go cold from head to toe.

They’d never told anyone about it in case I ever needed a place to run and hide. “This is our last resort,” my mother had told me, a few months before she died. “If things ever get bad with Vincenzo, if you ever need to run away, come here. No one will ever find you here.” I’d thought she was being dramatic. I’d thought Vincenzo and I would be together forever. But then my parents died, and Lila came into our lives, and everything fell apart.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.