Never Say Goodbye Novel Novels & Stories

She didn't look at me, only at Grayson, lifting her chin with a brave, understanding smile. "Goodbye. My mom and I are leaving now." The tears I had been holding back finally spilled. I turned quickly, discreetly wiping them away. Grayson grabbed my arm suddenly. "Alicia… she…" His face was full of shock, his pupils contracting as if he had seen something he couldn't comprehend. I seized the moment to pull away, my voice calm but final. "We're leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Ulrich." That was our last goodbye. That day, I took the passports I had prepared long ago, packed our bags, and booked tickets to Furlance. We didn't speak of Grayson again. Alicia even pretended lightly, talking about emailing M

"Lost in your drama? Drop the sob story." Grief overflowed, and my vision swam. "Wish it was fiction." I yanked the suitcase back and bolted. Her taunt echoed. "Stay gone since you're so tough! We'll pretend you're six feet under!" I paused, wiping my tears. As they wished, I would die out there.

You tell me that you want it, you wanna tell But keep me waiting You make it right Don’t say goodbye Don’t say goodbye, bye, bye, bye. Hello guys, I edited the last chapter but it's not showing yet. Hopefully it will show soon.

“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.

He asks. "I don't deserve to." I reply. "I'm sorry once again, Mr Cruz." "Why does it feel like you're saying goodbye?" He arches a brow. "That's because I am." I let out a sigh. "I can't... I need to go away and... I don't know if I'll ever come back." "He'll be crushed." He protests. "Please, give this to him." I hand him a letter. "Tell him I'm sorry... But, I don't think we are meant to be."

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. The woman who had been like a mother figure in this company - his late father’s most trusted hand was walking away. The silence that followed was suffocating. Every executive in the room watched her in disbelief. Mrs. Okeke adjusted her glasses, picked up her handbag, and smiled faintly at the stunned faces around her. “Goodbye, everyone.” She turned to the door, her steps graceful, controlled. Alex’s heart pounded in his chest. His fingers gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. The room felt smaller now, the air heavier.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

I walked past him, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the close button without the slightest hint of reluctance. I arrived at Blair's house half an hour later. I told my best friend about my miscarriage. She hugged me and comforted me, coaxing me for hours. I never once bothered texting Caleb the entire time. Instead, he sent me a text consisting of a single question mark. I ignored it. He shot me another text the following day, saying, "The breakfast they serve out here tastes horrible." Blair, who was sitting at the dining table and enjoying breakfast with me, regarded me with unconcealed bewilderment before blurting, "I can't believe you're still here! You actually stayed here instead

Is there any chance I could see you just one more time? He was so irritating. I yanked the SIM card out of my phone and tossed it into the blazing fire. Just like that, we were done for good.

Graham flung her hand off his arm and shouted, "She's not a housekeeper! She's my girlfriend! Go home, Emily! You're not welcome here!" He stormed off toward the neighborhood dump. But by the time he got there, it was already too late. The garbage from earlier had already been destroyed. ... Meanwhile, I had just stepped off the plane when my phone lit up with a flurry of notifications. I glanced at the screen, saw the 54 missed calls, and blocked the number without a second thought. Naomi's hand stayed wrapped around mine as we walked on. As we stepped out of the airport, a blond young man walked toward us with a bright, welcoming smile.