Never Say Goodbye Novel Novels & Stories

After more than ten hours in the air, I finally set foot in Iceland. The wind in Reykjavik was biting against my face, carrying a hint of ocean brine. Somehow, the crushing weight in my chest was lifted. The moment I arrived at the base and connected to the satellite network, my phone buzzed frantically. I was bombarded with messages from Lorenzo. “Naomi, please pick up the phone. I know I messed up.” “I have cut ties with Gianna. I won’t do her any more favors.”

Amelia’s POV When the time came for all of us to go our separate ways, I hugged Sienna tightly, and then said goodbye to the kids. When it came to say goodbye to Damien, he and I stood there awkwardly, looking at each other, unsure what to do. We weren’t close enough for a hug, were we? But a handshake felt too impersonal. How were we supposed to say goodbye? Or were we now stuck here in this endless awkward moment of uncertainty for all of time?

"I only wanted you to be happy. That's why I forced the marriage. I never expected this boy to treat you so coldly. I'm so sorry..." "Don't say that, Grandmother. Everything happens for a reason, and I've completely let the past go," Maureen insisted gently. Internally, it took everything she had to say it. She was closing the door on thirteen years of unrequited infatuation, and only she knew how agonizing that detachment really was. But Damien had been dead-set on leaving; begging would have only stripped her of her remaining dignity, and she refused to turn into a bitter, resentful woman just to beg for a man’s heart.

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“But after this, I hope our paths never cross again.” Something flickers in his eyes. It's too quick to name but I don’t wait to understand it. “Goodbye, Noah,” I say, and close the door knowing that goodbye wasn’t just for today. It was for the past, for everything that happened between us, for everything that ever was, and everything that never could be.

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"In the three years you were gone, my world lost all its color. I thought about ending everything more times than I can count. "But then I met Dwayne." "He tucks me in at night. He stays up for days, taking care of me when I'm sick. And most of all, he respects me. He understands me. He doesn't lie to me over and over again. "Do you know what I think now? I almost wish you really had died. At least then, the way I loved you wouldn't feel so pathetic, and what we had wouldn't feel so filthy."

His cloudy eyes looked at me, filled with something that felt like regret… or maybe longing. In the end, he did not come over. He only asked a little girl nearby to bring each of us a rose. They were wilted, probably picked out of a trash bin. The girl passed them to us and said, "That man over there asked me to tell you… he's sorry. He's going to die." Thora looked at the rose in her hand and asked me, "Mom… is that Dad? Is he going to die?" The little girl who delivered the message looked confused. "What does 'die' mean?"

“It’s just, I came to say goodbye.” Good bye? The word pierced through my heart and for the first time ever sinceI had met him, I felt scared. The sensation was cold and it hurt a lot. Adam never said goodbye. He would just leave and maybe that’s why I knew I would see him again. But today he was saying goodbye as soon as he met me. It felt like the most forgein and strange feeling to ever exist. “Why?” I spoke, “What do you mean by that?” My eyes were wide open in confusion mixed with some anger.

She went home, packed up the last of her belongings, and booked a one-way ticket. Before leaving, she zipped all those messages and photos into a compressed folder and scheduled it to be sent by email. Then, she placed the finalized divorce papers right on the center of the coffee table. She said goodbye to the house that had suffocated her. She said goodbye to the man and the boy who had drained her dry. She said goodbye—and meant it. There would be no looking back.