Never Fades Away Novels & Stories

No more endings. Just forever.

Elara Fading is not like dying. There is no sharp end. No clear moment where everything stops. It is quieter than that. Slower. Like a voice becoming harder to hear, not because it is silenced, but because it is no longer the center of attention. That is what I feel. Not gone. Not yet. But no longer… essential. The system is stable. Perfectly. The threads hold without strain. The core no longer trembles. The structure stands clean and uninterrupted, every part aligned under a single, undeniable point of control.

The colors start to fade, and before I knew it, I was fading…. Then I was gone.

But his cravings were taking him far away, and the rage that he was securing in his heart getting exhaustive. That day Faith come from her university and saw her laptop, there was an email in her mailbox. She opens it and found it unnecessary. We want to contact you and offer you money that can bring you to the top, read the mail and there were other things got mentioned. " What trash, why people scammed it," Faith deleted the mail and open her books to study. " I don't need your offer, " Faith said and close her laptop. Steve stopped trying cause Faith was hard to conquer but he turned sad, after Faith rejected him numerous times he got silent and doesn't talk to anyone so frequently.

Then, she asked, "I prefer this movie. Since she's not watching that one, why don't you join me?" Chester agreed without hesitation, ignoring the blood gushing out of my calf. … Limping, I left the villa with my heart aching. Standing on the streets, as the cold wind whipped around my body, I finally regretted it. I shouldn't have donated my corneas to him all those years back. Pulling out my phone, I texted him. "Let's break up." What a joke. I gave up my eyesight for a fiancé like him.

he replies removing my hands from his neck. "Then let me, just this once." I plead. "Once will never be enough and you know that Lyka. I can never get enough of you." he mutters in a controlled voice pulling completely away from me. I stand baffled and disappointed at his back disappearing away.

The rich, sweet scent now smelled like a resounding slap in the face. He suddenly remembered. Before she left, that lifeless, almost hate-free, faint smile. It was not submission. And it was not a tantrum. It was a final farewell. A terrible thought, as precise as a bullet, shot through his brain. She had left. She had really left.

"Why?" She chuckled. "You don't think I'm pulling your leg, do you? Call it a sudden enlightenment, if you will. I've been waiting in the stairwell all this time, and I realized no one would stay the same forever. Not me, and not you. I'm tired." Point made. I knew it. Rhiannon and I divorced just like I wanted. Her mother glanced at me several times, looking as if she wanted to speak, but stopped herself nonetheless.

I stared at Daniel silently, then shook my head firmly. For seven years, I'd waited for him to choose me over Vivian. My hope had turned to ash. My heart, once wild for him, was dead. As I turned to leave, he grabbed me and bowed his proud head. "Jesse, forgive me," he pleaded. "I love you. I can't live without you." I tilted my head, watching his waterworks. He sounded so desperate, as if I were the love of his life, but in the face of life and death, he had abandoned me.

... During my stint abroad, my rental faced a middle-aged couple's home. They often invited me over for dinner, their house permeated by a distinctive, bespoke fragrance that clung to my clothes like a persistent memory. To rid myself of the scent, I'd bathe and change into fresh attire, using the interim to connect with Brett via video calls. On the day of his mother's death, I'd resolved not to intrude on his grief with a call. Yet, as evening deepened, the familiar fragrance intensified unnaturally in my room, choking the air.