Left Behind Novels & Stories

Standing alone in the quiet, Beau felt the weight of an unexpected farewell, leaving him with more questions than answers. Beau, defeated and alone in their now-empty home, couldn't shake the memory of Kaia's unwavering determination to leave. Her adamant stance echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the pain that had unfolded. The rooms, once filled with their shared laughter and dreams, now held a somber stillness. As he stood surrounded by the remnants of their life together, Beau grappled with the harsh reality that Kaia was gone, and her departure had left a void that seemed insurmountable.

"I did." We sat like that for a long while, her hand over mine, the sitcom laugh track still murmuring faintly through the wall, neither of us in any hurry to be anywhere else. It wasn't a kiss. It wasn't a declaration. It was just two people who'd hurt each other more than once, sitting quietly in the same room, choosing to stay in it anyway. When I finally stood to leave, she walked me to the door. "Same time tomorrow?" I asked. "Meaning work. The normal way. Not "

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I asked her again. "Even after we leave someone, or they leave us and we start our life all over again, pretending we have moved on. There is always the slightest piece of us, raw and untamed that is left behind with them." She started. I was looking at her, "Sometimes that left with them is our bitter memories. Even if there is some part of us with them. It would be that part, that we never wanted to get back." I wonder how it is left unnoticed as we are never the same person we were before. We left that raw part with them, you can never get that back, even years together after we said we are said to be moved on." She was looking at my face.

Don't go, please…" Even after I had walked far away, his heart-wrenching cries echoed faintly behind me. But there was no going back for either of us. The End

I was still mad at him for leaving without saying a word, and wanted him to sweat a little longer. “Yours is the only number I know off by heart. I forgot my phone when I left, I bought a new one on the way home once I'd realized that I'd left it behind,” he said as matter of fact. His words pissed me off, left it behind? Left it behind? I raged inside. “Well you seem to be leaving everything behind lately, don't you Mason?” I said angrily through gritted teeth. I heard him let out a soft sigh, I guessed he was rubbing his head thinking about how to reply.

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As they left, gratitude hit me, a deep appreciation for their support and understanding during a challenging time. Left behind in the room, I watched as Nathan and Angela exchanged a few more words before preparing to leave. Their presence had brought lightness and joy to the day. As the door closed behind them. As the door clicked shut behind my family's departure, I found myself lying on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling. The room was bathed in a tranquil stillness, the remnants of their presence lingering in the air like a gentle embrace. Lost in my thoughts, I welcomed the quiet solitude, grateful for the chance to reflect on the events that had unfolded.

With a heavy sigh, I took one last glance around the room, a silent farewell to the memories that lingered within its walls. Leaving behind the house that had been my sanctuary, felt like abandoning a piece of my soul. Yet, I knew deep down that it was the right decision. With the black card in hand, I had the means to forge a new path, to leave behind the pain and betrayal that lingered within these walls.

It means handing over your whole life. On that wolf bone, a line was carved. To Cain, with all of me and my love. E. I went still. Three months ago. I hadn't yet left for the North, hadn't yet met Rowan. The me of those days, wounded all over by him, was still secretly, telling no one, loving him. I'd quietly had someone begin an acknowledgment token, thinking that if he ever turned back one day, I'd acknowledge him. Later I burned the acknowledgment ground, severed my bloodline, left for the far North, and forgot the whole thing, along with that love.