Never Say Goodbye Novel Novels & Stories

"When you die, no one is going to mourn you. No one is going to visit your grave. No one is going to remember your name." "I know." "Good." I walked to the door. Paused with my hand on the knob. "Goodbye, Sergei." "Goodbye, Elena." I walked out. Behind me, I heard him cough. Blood on his hands. Blood on the floor. Blood on everything. --- End of Chapter Forty-Six.

However, the sharpness in his expression was much less prominent than before. When he saw me, his expression changed, and I could tell that he hadn’t let go yet. I smiled. “Ditch the flowers. It’s been two years already. I feel like I never really had the chance to say goodbye properly.” With that, I turned and walked away. Only then did I truly feel reborn.

Even my own account was overwhelmed—not with hate, but with apologies. Hayden called me, saying that they had officially reversed their decision. They wanted me to come back. This time, he promised to vouch for me personally. I smiled and told him that I would return, but not until I had finished suing Ethan and reclaiming what was mine. The moonlight cast a silver glow over the pavement. I tilted my head back and gazed at the sky. It turned out that the stars would always shine through no matter how dark the night.

"Sean Everett, how did you become like this? You’re the one who destroyed everything with your own hands. Serena loves you deeply—don’t make her another version of me. Be with her, take care of her. I’m married now. Stop interfering in my life." Serena hesitated, then reached out to grab Sean’s hand, but he roughly shook her off. "Stop it, Sean. Don’t destroy the image I once had of the boy I used to love.” Without giving him another glance, I turned and walked away, holding tightly onto Swaine’s hand. “Goodbye, Sean. Goodbye to my youth,” I thought to myself, certain that a brighter future awaited me.

Mom seemed genuinely surprised. She was never fond of Jared Hammond, but she knew how much I loved him. If he hadn't broken my heart the way he did, I would've never let him go so easily. Dad, who was also a professor, spoke up. "If you've decided to end it, at least talk it through with him. It's best to part on good terms." I swallowed the bitterness rising in my chest and shook my head. Just last week, while I was still in the hospital, Elsie Sandberg posted on Instagram. "A spontaneous getaway, all thanks to Professor Hammond's generous sponsorship."

"Then maybe what you need is a housemaid who never complains." Benjamin froze. He opened his mouth to argue, but for once, the words would not come. By the time he snapped out of it, Nishad had already gone downstairs and left the building. Cursing under his breath, Benjamin hurried after her. At the restaurant, Nissa sat with Zachary, engaged in fluid, seamless conversation through sign language. They were discussing new dishes for the menu. Zachary brought over a freshly plated dish, enthusiastically explaining its unique elements, laughing along with her.

"You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?" He dropped the act. Smirked. "Yeah. It did. Oh—and he's dead. Thought you should know. You're sharp, Celine. I wish you happiness." My pen hovered. Ink bled into the page. I tore it up, tossed it out. "Happiness isn't for me." I'd had it once. Look where that got me. He gave a soft laugh. "Goodbye. I hope you find freedom." This time, I nodded. Freedom—that, I could want.

"You had shown me a glimpse of heaven before pushing me into a never ending hell." "Goodbye, Liam. I am leaving this city for good. I won't come back again. I am begging you, please don't bother us again." "Stay happy with your new family. Not because you deserve it. Just because they haven't wronged anyone." "Goodbye," With that, I left his house. I walked toward the entrance where my bag was. Surprisingly I am feeling very light. Now I am going to close this chapter soon. Now I won't come back here again.

Steady, but laced with something final. “Damian, I haven’t thought about going back to my previous life, so you don’t have to remind me what I was like in the past. I will stay in New York for a while, but don’t worry, it won’t be too long. I will do my best to stay away from your life and not disturb you and Isabelle. I hope you can do the same.” And then she turned to face me fully. “To be honest, never seeing each other again is the most suitable for us, and it is worthy of the dead child. So… I have nothing to say. Goodbye, Damian.”

"Mommy, I've already gathered 100 candy wrappers. Why isn't Daddy coming home?" In a hospital room, I, Natalia Granger, stared at my son, Carl Lane, as he fumbled to use his newly learned sign language to communicate with me. My tears, which had been pooling in my eyes, finally spilled down my cheeks. I didn't even know how to tell him that his father, Andrew Lane, wasn't coming home because he was spending time with another child. Andrew had long since forgotten about the promise that he had made.