Left Behind Novels & Stories

that left him speechless. END OF VOLUME TWO

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.

To bury the past behind and never look back. I put a tattoo on my back, A birth date, and a death date because I want to remember the bittersweet that happened in my past. It is also my reminder that playing someone's heart is not good because it may cause death to someone and heartache for those who will be left behind and why at the back? Because it is already past. The nightmare that I had, the nightmare that almost pushed me to my edge. It is just a memory for me.

"Mila, marrying you is the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me." I grinned, pinching his cheek. "Then you better cherish me." He bent down and kissed my forehead. "Always." Rain pattered on the umbrella, and our lives were getting better. Cade and Caitlyn became distant memories, gone from our world forever.

The thought made my hand shake, and the cake fork slipped from my fingers, clattering to the floor. I was about to pick it up, but Jerry was already on his way out. "Pack business came up. I'll drive you another time," he said, then he was gone. Alone, I headed to the clinic on crutches. Somehow, I felt all those eyes on me, heavy with pity. On my way to the medication room to grab some medication, I overheard whispers from inside.

He gently grabbed my sleeve and asked if he would ever see me in the future. I shook my head. I turned and walked away quickly, not once looking back at him. So that day, one went up the mountain and the other took the route by the river. That’s how we said goodbye, and hoped that our paths never crossed again.

But she remained beyond my reach, her spirit forever severed from the world of the living. My men stood behind me, their silent presence a testament to the gravity of the moment. I turned to them, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Leave us," I commanded, my words a solemn decree that brooked no argument. They nodded in understanding, their expressions a mirror of the grief that weighed heavy upon my soul.

"Wait there. Kelly and I are going ahead to buy a bag first, then I'll come back for you." Before I could tell him that I was here to return these items, he had already stepped on the accelerator and zoomed off. As they were about to disappear from sight, Kelly stuck her head out the window to wave back at me, her lips stretched in a smug smile. I dumped the box at Zachary's front door before leaving. All the while, my mind buzzed with thoughts on how I could earn money. I had no intention of asking for the 300 dollars back. I would simply take it as paying him back for the meals he had treated me to before.

Then whispered quietly to myself: “I am still here…” My voice broke slightly. “…so why does it feel like I am already being left behind?” Like everything was moving without me.

He left, and the room sat in heavy silence for a long moment after the door clicked shut behind him. "Well," Kate said finally, breaking the quiet with the particular dark humor she reserved for exactly these moments, "I think it's safe to say the Ghost Client code name is officially retired. We need something with considerably more gravitas now that we're apparently dealing with an entire secret society of grudge-holding parents." "The Legacy Grievance Society," Ranjiv offered immediately. "Too on the nose," Kate said, though she was clearly fighting a smile despite everything. "The Old Wounds Club?"