Lirik Lagu Goodbye Road Ikon の小説・ストーリー

Goodbye. ****

I rolled down the window and handed over my fake driver's license. He examined my name, then my face, and his eyes narrowed. "I know who you are," he said in a low voice. "You're a Swanson." My hand tensed on the gun at my belt. He continued, barely above a whisper, "You're not supposed to be here. You won't get through—they'll scan your eyes and everything. Take the back road, Route 115 to the Pier, if you want to head North. People will be waiting for you."

Freya POV To avoid Jasper’s tracking, I bought a car under a fake name and drove until the sense of freedom was overwhelming. Even the scenery along the road, which I’d seen a million times, looked new and beautiful. I pulled open my collar in the rearview mirror and watched the mark on my collarbone flicker one last time before it vanished. He must have felt it. Recalling my past life, tears streamed down my face. My wolf let out a soft rumble. "We’re free. Why are you still crying?"

She suddenly has that air about her that is unapproachable and I realize that she's withdrawn into herself again. "Anyone up for music?" I ask. "Sure daddy." Kary responds from the backseat. "You know my favorite artist." "Ed Sheeran." I smile. The traffic light turns red and I use that opportunity to connect my phone to the car's Bluetooth system then search for my music player, find it and click on my Ed Sheeran playlist and press play. Dive soon fills the car as the light turns green and we start moving again. "Can we sing along daddy?" Kary asks.

She didn't look at me, only at Grayson, lifting her chin with a brave, understanding smile. "Goodbye. My mom and I are leaving now." The tears I had been holding back finally spilled. I turned quickly, discreetly wiping them away. Grayson grabbed my arm suddenly. "Alicia… she…" His face was full of shock, his pupils contracting as if he had seen something he couldn't comprehend. I seized the moment to pull away, my voice calm but final. "We're leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Ulrich." That was our last goodbye. That day, I took the passports I had prepared long ago, packed our bags, and booked tickets to Furlance. We didn't speak of Grayson again. Alicia even pretended lightly, talking about emailing M

he affirmed. "But there's no music here," she pointed out. "I've got that covered," Ian said, producing his music player from his bag. Kim couldn't help but laugh, "Oh my God, you came prepared?" "Of course. Now, get up, and let's get ready." With the music filling the air, they moved in harmony to the tune of Ellie Goulding's "How Long Will I Love You." As the song concluded, Ian cupped Kim's cheek, gazing into her eyes. "How long will I love you?" he posed.

Without thinking, I called out, "Carl, I feel awful." But the room was dead quiet. That was when it hit me—today was the day Carl and Wendy were supposed to hook up. Wendy had posted a bunch of updates on Instagram—probably to make sure I saw them. Carl's face was hidden in the pictures, but their hands were intertwined. The caption read, "I finally found my destiny." Destiny? I sneered and commented, "Destined to be a homewrecker?" Not long after, I saw she had deleted my comment.

After I read her texts, I replied to the hospital staff, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid you have the wrong number." I didn't bother going to the hospital. However, I did notify Pauline about Caleb's accident. Caleb was discharged from the hospital three months later. He had lost a great deal of weight and looked as though a breeze was enough to bowl him over. He looked nothing like the successful and driven individual he used to be. He said, "Ophelia, I'm sorry. I agree to the divorce." I shot a look at the hand hanging at his side, aware that he had lost all sensation in that arm. Nevertheless, I felt nothing as I answered calmly, "Good."

After that was done, he felt as if a weight he'd carried for years had finally been lifted. He knew this was the only thing he could still do for her. At the airport, throngs of people moved about. Harrison sat in the VIP lounge, watching planes take off and land through the glass window, his phone resting in his hand. The number on the screen was one he knew by heart. He hesitated for a long time before typing a single message. "Wishing you true freedom and peace. I'm sorry." There was no sign-off. He knew she'd understand, or maybe she wouldn't care who it came from at all.

When I raised my hand a third time, Lilian caught my trembling wrist. "Don't dirty yourself. "Security, throw her out." Two security guards stepped forward, pinning Monica's arms behind her back as they dragged her away. Lilian slipped her arm through mine, her touch warm and unshakable. I gave her one last look. Curled in the rain, she was nothing but a husk. "Monica, this is the end." Three months later, under the flash of spotlights, the final 'Caged' collection stunned the world.