Minecraft Never Say Goodbye Novels & Stories

“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.

We should not end up like this. Maybe we needed to talk.

Not long after, I saw she had deleted my comment. I spent three days at home, barely eating or drinking, too weak to even move. Finally, my best friend came over. She took one look at me and immediately called Carl. "Where are you? Your wife's really sick, and you're doing nothing?" "Hailey's right there with you, isn't she? What are you two trying to pull? Is dragging this out with these stupid games really that fun for you?" I didn't even have the energy to say anything.

But he didn’t say anything to refute his sister’s claims. He never did. He just looked at Eleanor, his eyes cold and distant. “It doesn’t matter now,” he said finally, his voice devoid of any emotion. “What’s done is done.” And just like that, the small flicker of hope Eleanor had been holding on to was extinguished. She nodded slowly, forcing a smile. “Right. It doesn’t.” The rest of the dinner passed in a blur. Eleanor barely registered what anyone was saying. She just wanted to get out of there, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the room.

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."

"Think that wraps this up? You need a wake-up call, or you'll never learn." He slung an arm around Derek and Morgan, storming out. Since I was a minor without parental consent, the cremation booking evaporated like smoke. Defeated, I slunk home to pack my meager belongings before they could trash them. While I scavenged in solitude, my so-called family was having a good time at the amusement park.

"A disbarred divorce lawyer. Racing him is lowering our status." "I didn't think eight divorces could become real life." I sighed inwardly. Thinking of my passport and ID, I finally closed my eyes for a second. "How do you want to race? Just say it." Nolan's mouth curved upward as he bent into the driver's seat. "Simple. Whoever reaches the finish line first wins. "But if anything happens, if someone dies, then too bad." Nolan said the last part very softly. My heart jumped. I instinctively tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

The ambulance siren faded into the distance. The blood at the amusement park was hosed down and wiped clean in no time. Dylan brushed off his shirt and headed toward the parking lot without a backward glance. Maya stood frozen, staring at the wet patch of ground where the water had washed everything away. "Uncle Dylan... aren't we going to the hospital?" He didn't even turn around. "Hospitals are full of germs. I have a weak constitution—what if I catch something?"