Last Thing He Told Me Season 2 Novels & Stories

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

Then we would be able to get our hands on the real culprit. “You’re just blindly in love with him,” he let out a sigh and spoke calmly for the first time--and also the last time--as he hung up the call. I remained in the bathroom, my hand in my hair, clutching it in a tight grasp. “No! Theo, you’re wrong. I know Sawyer won’t kill anyone again,” I finished, taking a deep breath and walking out of the bathroom. I put my phone down and slid closer to Sawyer, lifting his arm and wrapping it around me. I nodded off, hugging his arm tightly.

I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie. "Enzo" I called, all of their eyes turned to me. "Yes?" Enzo answered. "I just need to ask this, Charlie haven't been back since she came with you and earlier. You came back without her" Enzo frowned a bit. "She's not back yet?" He asked back, that made me more nervous. I shook my head, I'm already trembling. He stood up the same time my phone rang, I looked at it to see it was Jax. I nearly forgot about him. I immediately answered his call to ask for help.

He couldn't rest until she did. Not this time. The last thing she had ever said to him still rang in his ears, shadows of the life before. It had been decades since then, when he had watched her waste away in that bed too large for her starved, sick frame. She hadn't been able to speak toward the end, not one word...except to push him away one last time, damning him forever. "Leave me alone," she had breathed, half-wheezing as her lungs gave out. And that was it. She had faded, growing cold in his arms as he begged her to stay, to come back, to let him make things right again.

I love you, methis. End This series has ended.

Happy Ending Yes, this is the last part of the story. I'll be glad if you shower your love for the last time on this story. Love Mehak

“Besides, there’s a better view right infront of you.” I rolled my eyes, and a soft laugh escapd my lips. He glanced over at me, laughing along with me. He was quiet for a moment, then he bumped his shoulder into mine. “Today’s our last day. I want to do something. One last thing.” I turned to look up at him. “What kind of thing?” “It’s a surprise.” I looked him dead in his eyes as he looked down. “Please tell me it doesn’t involve parachutes or skydiving that you’ve been pitching for two days now.”

The last thing I know was Mathew was dead. ****

"I've already fired Summer. I've transferred all the company's shares into your name. I've contacted the best cancer specialists in the world. We'll go to Vandalia, to Helvia. They can cure this. They have to be able to cure this!" He rambled on, throwing out every bargaining chip he thought could fix everything. I let him hold my hand. I did not struggle. Even my breathing remained unchanged. The sea breeze drifted in through the window, lifting my thin, brittle hair. "Conrad." I finally spoke, my voice soft. "You're blocking my view of the sunset." Conrad's entire body stiffened. He looked up at me in disbelief. The eyes that had once been filled with nothing but him now held only a barren

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.”