Never Gone Novels & Stories

I didn’t even turn around as I said coldly, "Yes. You could forget our past for Seraphina. I can do the same. Go back to her, or to anyone. Just leave me alone. "I’m moving forward, Aiden. You? You only know how to look back and possess. You never understood love, and you sure as hell never understood respect."

"Where have you been all these years? Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" Howard Quinn yelled at me, stopping me in my path. His eyes gleamed maniacally as I looked worriedly at my son, Charlie Jerome, clearing the trash nearby. Howard's friends stood in front of me, glowering at me angrily. "You heartless woman! How could you be so cruel?" "Do you know that Howard had stayed single all these years because of you?" I ran away eight years ago when I was pregnant. Howard had never forgotten about me, constantly trying to find me. His friends were angry on his behalf.

Work on a Sunday – boring! A night without Albert – boring! Mr. Maurice's class – boring! I stared at the board while Mr. Maurice discussed a new lesson. The three of us, Jane, Ed and I were late for the class, while Albert and Diana were absent. We were all feeling the same thing, and when we sighed all together, we almost chuckled. I pressed my lips right away and focused my attention on the book in front of me. When Mr. Maurice dismissed the class, I groaned, as I hate the next class. Who would like to have a dance class without a partner?

But what was the use of remembering them when they yielded nothing? Now the only thing on my mind presently was the one I was going to now. I had seen it last month and called the number and what I heard was, ‘We will get back to you shortly I had heard similar words before: ‘ We can get back to you in a day or two'. But those days turned to never and when I wasn’t called throughout the month, I gave up but here I am getting prepared. I had the determination to achieve two things of which I had achieved one

But that had happened in March, six frigging months earlier. “And why d’you wanna call her? Isn’t she in South America?” “’Cause it’s already been six days since I last heard from her, and she’s nowhere to be found online.” Still searching his phone, cursing and snorting, Jim didn’t notice Sean choked on his beer. “You’re still in touch with her?” “Thought you knew. Ain’t no secret.” Sean was well aware that if he didn’t know, nobody else did. So it was word-code classified. He tried to rewind the conversation so far.

He asked me if I wanted to go to therapy. I did not look at him. I bit down on my lip so that my sobs would not be heard. I did not deserve kindness. … My injuries weren't very serious, so I was allowed to go home a few days later. When I got home, my family was in a celebratory mood as it was Yvonne's birthday. In fact, it wasn't hard to remember, as I shared the same birthday. However, no one remembered me. Yvonne never let me celebrate my birthday with her.

Empty. That couldn't begin to describe how I felt. Numb. That could to an extent. I guess, after all, we didn't have a bond that would enable me to know whether or not she was alive. Because I was only just finding out she was... Gone. I couldn't even bring myself to think it. Eunice was gone, I wouldn't ever see her again, wouldn't ever hear her laugh or tell me that I looked like I'd just drank wolfsbane. Ever again.

I used to be a renowned reporter at the height of my career, but I gave it up to become a stay-at-home dad so I could support my wife, Sarah, in her rising career as a news anchor. Things went downhill fast after our daughter was born. Sarah constantly forgot to pick up formula and neglected our baby, and I kept finding evidence of her ongoing affair with her colleague, Mark. When I went back to the station to apply for my old job, Mark went out of his way to humiliate me. Even when our daughter ended up in the emergency room, Mark did everything he could to make things difficult for us. That was the last straw, and I decided to strike back. During a live broadcast, I exposed their affair

"You know what? You're pathetic. You've already lost one kidney, and now you're down to your last. If you weren't such a useless wreck, you could've hocked the other one and at least split a grave with someone. "Are you mute? Say something!"

"She's just slow. We've shared a bed for a year; she should recognize me no matter what." "She's only met me once. Of course, she'd mix us up," Kevin cut in, his tone cold. Aaron raised a brow, shrugging it off. "Fine. My bad. I apologize." Kevin didn't bother responding. He turned and walked into the house. Aaron stood there for a few seconds, silent. Something dark slid through his eyes. He lifted the small bag of medicine in his hand, his gaze settling heavily on me. "Go back to your room. I need to talk to you."