Minecraft Never Say Goodbye Novels & Stories

“And there’s nothing left to say.” “There is if you just listen,” I beg, but the ice in her eyes leaves no room for argument. “Goodbye, Justin.”

The words were just heavy. Right in front of them, the gray fence of the Hospital stretched to the end of the Street. The afternoon sun casting shadows, on the carved bold letters of MAVERICK HOSPITAL. A stark reminder. After some beats of seconds, Junior cleared his throat once, managing a breath. “I guess this is goodbye,” the six-year-old said, blinking hard. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at the hospital name, trying not to crumble. But his voice came out soft, almost crushed. “Nice meeting you—Miss Nevena. Sorry for putting you through so much trouble. I won't bother you from now henceforth”.

And I realized I liked that gaze very much—and the person behind it even more. I started the car again. In the rearview mirror, Samantha finally picked up the shredded ticket and limped away into the street corner. Snow began to fall. Celine turned on the heater, and soft Christmas music played through the car speakers. I pressed the accelerator, watching her face glow gently in the snowlight, and suddenly understood—true rebirth is not revenge, but learning how to plant flowers in the ruins. This time, I could finally say it without hesitation. Goodbye. And never again.

“It will be fine.” “It’s not fine, M.” I swallowed hard. “I know. This is so crazy.” “I will destroy them. It’s my promise.” Mike said fervently.

Before my eyes, those familiar bullet comments appeared one final time. [Congratulations, host. You have obtained the "Naked Ice Sculpture" achievement. The vicious supporting character has successfully turned the tables!] [The system is disconnecting. May you spend the rest of your life in beautiful solitude, with no ingrates ever coming near you again.] I watched those glowing words scatter in the air until they finally vanished. I picked up the coffee beside me and lightly raised my cup against the empty air, whispering, "Goodbye and thanks for the warning. But I'll walk the road myself from here on out."

“That is why you and Cedric made it to the Shadow Precipice. You helped each other and grew along the way. “ “And it was still all for nothing.” I shook my head. “Cedric still turned on me and now I’m dead.” “But your kingdom shall survive and Uquix is saved. That’s what you wanted.” “Yes, it is…but I realized I wanted other things too. I didn’t even get to say good-bye to anyone.” I said sadly. “Sometimes it should be ‘see you soon’ instead of ‘good-bye’.” Moxdea stated. “Wait, are my friends dying too?” I asked before I felt the wind knocked out of me. “What's happening?”

His eyes misting, and he looks away from me to the open doorway. ‘Goodbye, Mico,’ I whisper so it’s barely audible, and he nods. Clears his throat again, as though it’s hurting him too. We both know I will never call and this is the last time he will ever see me. We are drawing a line in the sand and after this, I won’t be a Carrero problem anymore. That’s it. Our sad goodbye and he turns on his heel and leaves me alone to ponder what just happened. Heavy and pain ridden.

My first word was “Uncle!” My uncle giggled. He lifted me high in the air. “You’re so smart! You can talk already!” When I was three years old, my uncle lost his job. We had no choice but to cram ourselves inside a dilapidated house. Nonetheless, my uncle did not give up. He took me to buy lottery tickets. He said, “After every storm, there always comes a rainbow.” Unfortunately, I failed to bring him good luck. We did not win the lottery.

Nathan comes back after a respectable time has passed, at which point my dad excuses himself from the living room and goes outside to have a lengthy discussion with him. The rest of us continue to discuss, but I can't help but wonder what the two of them are discussing outside. Finally, they come back, and Nathan and Lucas say their goodbyes and leave. “That was such fun. I can't wait for when you all have your families and come home for dinner like this. This house is too large not to be occupied with the sounds of laughter and playing grandkids at least once in a while.” My mother says, giving me and my brother a meaningful look after they leave. My happiness vanishes immediately.

But when my gaze fell on his cartoon avatar, a wave of disgust filled me. The next second, I scrolled past Xavier's message, found my conversation with my superior, and typed, "I'll accept the outstation transfer, even if the post is abroad."