Nothing Left For Us Novels & Stories

I'm leaving first thing tomorrow ". I exhaled and cleaned my tears. He's right, We don't always get what we want in the end I have life.

His hand found our son’s again. We didn’t talk. We didn’t have to. We just sat. And we waited. For the next flicker. For the next breath. For the next word that might come. Because that’s all there was left to do. And we weren’t going anywhere.

‘Well fuck me, she left’ I thought as I turned to go back to the packhouse. I swiped my hand down my face, that did not go as planned. I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone singing. I didn’t see anyone, so I followed the melody: “Out of the ruins, Out from the wreckage, Can’t make the same mistake this time. We are the children, The last generation, We are the ones they left behind. And I wonder when things are ever gonna change, Living in fear, ‘til nothing else remains. We don’t need another Hero, We don’t need to the way home…” the words to ‘We don’t need another hero’ by Tina Turner floated through the air.

“There’s nothing left.” “You really believe that?” “I know it. Whatever we had, it’s over.” Her bottom lip trembled but she pushed her shoulders back. Trying to look strong again. She wasn’t used to being turned down. She took a step closer. “Are you really going to throw a die on us?” “There is no us,” I said. “There hasn’t been for a long time.” “You didn’t even try.” “You stopped trying first. Let it go.” “Wow,” she said under her breath, shaking her head. “You’re really cold now.”

He stayed above me, his forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard, both of us knowing that whatever this was — whatever line we’d crossed — there was no going back from it now. His voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “We can’t keep doing this.” “I know.” And still, neither of us moved. The world outside might have been waiting, but inside this room, it still felt like the night hadn’t really ended. Not yet.

He took her into his car and left me in the dust. The exhaust choked me, and dust rained all over my skin. I stood in place, frozen like a statue for what felt like an eternity. The pain I felt was nothing. What remained of my love for Shawn was smothered and burned to ash, leaving nothing behind.

That pause belongs to the living now. I am content to let it go. There is nothing left to hold. Nothing left to finish. Nothing left to prove. The world is allowed to remain open. And so am I. That— That is enough.

Might die fighting for what we believe in. But at least we have tonight. At least we said everything. At least we loved each other completely. At least we have no regrets. No words left unsaid. No love unexpressed. We've given each other everything. Held nothing back. Loved without reservation. And that has to be enough. Has to matter. Has to count for something.

They don't control the space any more Then what do the control I asked getting tensed He didn't answer cause e both know the answer It WAS US. THEY DIDN'T LOSE CONTROL WHEN WE LEFT THE HOUSE THEY JUST LOST THE WALLS.

However, it was well-cleaned. Joseph laid his eyes on the desk. A row of medicine bottles stood on the surface. Beside them was a calendar with only one page left. With trembling hands, he picked up the bottles. Every single one of them was labeled 'For post-heart transplant use.' A sticky note was stuck underneath. It read, 'Asterna, one-way trip, 4:00 PM tomorrow.' There were only a few bleached clothes left in the cabinet. The cardboard box in the corner caught his attention. When he opened it up, what he saw made him gasp.