Left Behind Novelas e Histórias

The only one left behind was the gaping hole Aurelia who was still looking at me with a blank expression. “I really don’t have anything to say to you ▇▇▇▇▇. I knew you were pathetic but this is even lower for you. Forgetting your past won’t erase what happened. Your past will always be the same. No matter how hard you ignore it.” With those words, she left as well. I was alone with the dark space still being held by the figure who was rubbing at my back.

“From you.” He turned his back and left the room, leaving her broken, abandoned, and without a single piece of evidence.

Leaving me to huddle over the empty shell he left behind. ***

I look in his eyes as I say it. He smiles back “ I love you too.” He replies. I start to leave the room taking my popcorn bowl to the kitchen and I see him start to settle back into the couch turning the TV to a game. He also now has his phone out and he’s typing a message to someone with a smile on his face. I stand in the doorway for a few moments just watching him. I can’t help but feel like I’ve lost him and I just don’t know what to do. ++

Darius wanted to leave them be, but their behavior made him uneasy as he gulped two glasses of whiskey while waiting for the fourth one. That bar tender guy suddenly took off from their following his customer somewhere. The place was dark enough to not notice their surroundings, but he saw them leaving through a back door behind the bar counter. He gazed at them leaving as the old man slid his hands on his waist, grinning ear to ear wickedly.

his message read, “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened with your husband and your casino. If you don’t mind, my casino is still looking for a professional. If you ever need a change of scenery, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I’ll take care of the rest.” I hadn’t planned on leaving New York entirely. But given the circumstances, it seemed unavoidable. And worst of all, I couldn’t let anyone—especially my mother—know where I was going. Maybe Elias loved me. Maybe my mother cared. But I couldn’t let my happiness—or my life—depend on them anymore. I had to take control back. … I’d be leaving exactly one week from now. Originally, I wanted to leave as soon as possible. But tomorrow was

However, it was well-cleaned. Joseph laid his eyes on the desk. A row of medicine bottles stood on the surface. Beside them was a calendar with only one page left. With trembling hands, he picked up the bottles. Every single one of them was labeled 'For post-heart transplant use.' A sticky note was stuck underneath. It read, 'Asterna, one-way trip, 4:00 PM tomorrow.' There were only a few bleached clothes left in the cabinet. The cardboard box in the corner caught his attention. When he opened it up, what he saw made him gasp.

I declared and left the room with Trevor behind me. ******

"Maybe you didn't physically cheat, but your heart did. Her name's in everything now. The meals you accidentally order for me. The stuff you mumble in your sleep. "If I forgave you, I'd be forgiving every image of your betrayal—every moment I tore myself up over you two. And you'd have to live with my doubt. My suspicion. Every single day. "So be real with yourself, Eric Sutton—can you live with that?" Silence. He just stood there, frozen, eyes red. He had his answer. "This is the end," I said, quiet but final. I turned and walked away. This time, he didn't follow.