No One Left To Come Looking For You Novels & Stories

Gone. Like it was never there. “No!” I cried out, my voice echoing loudly in the empty room. “No, come back—!” The silence hit me again. Cold. Cruel. Empty. My hands trembled as I looked around frantically. “Where did you go?” I whispered desperately. “Please… please come back…” But there was nothing. Nothing except the sound of my own breathing. And then— “You lost it.” I froze. The voice was quiet. Cold.

I tried to dig next to my chair because Liam had been sitting here before. But I was disappointed that I couldn’t feel him anymore. He’s gone. “M-Ma’am..? Liam? Where are you..?” Even though it was very difficult for me to speak, I forced myself to ask for help. Why is it that there are no more people and I am the only one left in this place? It’s so dark… Very dark… It’s as if this darkness is drowning me. And no matter how much I cried for help no one will even hear me.

" Being single is boldly written on your face. I do not even need any special spectacle to read the word . " " Well, you are right. " " Now, young man, who are you and for what reason have you come to my home? I believe I have not seen your face before. Not even once. And by virtue of that, I owe you nothing. Are you looking for your way to some place? Or is it someone? You are looking for someone. " " Yes sir. I am looking for someone. " " Oh. You must have lost your way. Is this your first time being here?"

Its hard to find love, In a world that offers so little, But one that freely comes, Is that in which a true mother gives to you. And this is where I leave you guys, I'm not even sure I'm supposed to be doing this- To be continued...

"This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile As I'm walking down the corridor And I know we haven't talked in a while So I'm looking for an open door Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste

She kept on struggling to come out till she became tired due to the fact that she has drank a lot of water. The unknown voice ran out Immediately leaving pinky inside the lake. Slowly and slowly Pinky's eyes closed and the water carried her to an unknown destination. * * * * * Meanwhile, Natasha looked for pinky but she couldn't find her.. She went and inform the miss Esther. "What did you say pinky went to?"miss Esther asked. "She ran out but when I can't follow her because it was dark"Natasha replied. Miss Esther woke up the teachers and students.

"Yeah, honey. I'm wiped, but I'm so happy I get to see you." I simply replied, "Okay." Since he'd "left for work," I hadn't set foot in the place we shared. I stayed at my own apartment because the condo felt contaminated by him. … That night, he came home to the condo buzzing with energy, only to realize I wasn't there. He sounded wounded over the phone. "Honey, why weren't you here to greet me? Do you know how sad it feels to come home to an empty place? Come on, make it up to me."

The deadbolts slid back into place with a definitive, echoing finality. We were alone. I immediately turned my attention across the dark room. "Greg! Greg, mate, can you hear me?" I shouted, my voice echoing off the damp brickwork. There was absolutely no response. He remained slumped against the concrete pillar, completely dead to the world. I frantically looked around the small radius my chain allowed. Sitting near my mattress was the small stash of supplies Bryce had left me. I grabbed a heavy plastic bottle of water, shuffled to the absolute furthest edge of my chain's reach, and hurled the bottle across the room.

His gaze swept across the room. Then paused. The bookshelf. Half-empty. A faint crease formed between his brows. He walked to the closet and pulled the doors open. His clothes remained untouched, arranged perfectly as always. But Shantal’s side, was empty. No dresses. No perfume. No traces she had ever lived there at all. Ullysis stared at the vacant space for several long seconds. His jaw slowly tightened. “She wouldn’t actually move out,” he muttered under his breath. It sounded less like certainty and more like an argument he was trying to force himself to believe.

Jimmy just simply lost the willpower to live anymore. "I miss you so much, babe. Won't you come back already? Won't you forgive me anymore?" Jimmy fondled their picture in the photo frame. Jimmy laid on his bed horizontally and curled up, hugging the photo frame that holds their portrait together. "I have no purpose for living anymore," he mumbled until he fell asleep for a very, very long time. *** Three days have passed and no Jimmy is getting out of the room—not even a soft rustle sound can be heard.