Novel & Cerita Nothing Without You

It's two am Feelin' like I just lost a friend Hope you know it's not easy, Easy for me It's two am Feelin' like I just lost a friend Hope you know this ain't easy, Easy for me And we know it's never simple, Never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me~" Peach tighten up her close eyes. Wishing that that her tears won't betray her. "I can't, Breathe, Without you, But I have to, Breathe, Without you,

Those words sent heat to the middle of my legs. Ellis: It feels so weird without you. I can't wait to see you. Noah: Yeah, it's like I'm dying but I'm still breathing. Those words brought a different kind of warmth to my chest. “Weird without you….” I didn’t realize I’d mattered so much to them. Me: I’ll be back before you even have time to replace me. Noah: Impossible. I locked my phone, the glow disappearing and plunging the room back into soft darkness. For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at nothing. It felt good to be missed.

We are buried in broken dreams We are knee-deep without a plea I don't want to know what it's like to live without you Don't want to know the other side of a world without you I don't want to know I don't want to know I don't want to know I don't want to know I don't want to know I don't want to know I don't want to know I don't want to know We are buried in broken dreams We are knee-deep without a plea I don't want to know what it's like to live without you Don't want to know the other side of a world without you

Meanwhile, Connor was growing desperate. Elizabeth barely visited him anymore. Once a week, at most. Each time, she would make him talk to the baby that didn't exist, then leave. She had completely reduced him to nothing more than a biological father. In one month, Elizabeth would leave for Neirway. And if she ever went to a hospital there—if she ever found out there was no baby at all… Cornered, out of options, Connor picked up his phone and called an old acquaintance.

The day I was discharged, Nautilis' social media was flooded with breaking news—the Blackwell family's heir would be having a flash wedding. It was also then that the Langston brothers finally texted me. Shawn: "Running away again? Ever heard of the boy who cried wolf? Get your ass back here, or I'll never forgive you." Nigel: "Where are you? Why does the Blackwell family's heir's wife share the same name as yours? Come back. Now!"

Because sometimes the strongest thing you’ll ever do… Is nothing. No reply. No return. No relapsing into old patterns. Just walking away. Quietly. Softly. Completely.

She was so focused that she didn't notice her phone vibrate. Only after finishing the last detail did she reach for it. The moment she read Winona's message, her heart lurched. She jumped to her feet and hurried to the window. Pulling back the curtain slightly, she looked down. But the sidewalk below was empty. Streetlights cast pale pools of light across the pavement, and Christopher was nowhere to be seen. Amelia frowned and texted back. [There's no one downstairs.] Winona read the message and shook her head before typing back.

I pressed a hand against it before lifting my gaze to Baron. "Fine. I feel sorry for her, so you can take her back to your place now and hand over your entire salary next month while you're at it. "If you're leaving, then go. If Mrs. Jones next door wakes up, your little situation will be all over the neighborhood by tomorrow." Without waiting for their reaction, I turned around and walked straight into the bathroom. In my new life, I only want to live for myself. After a while, Baron's voice came faintly from the doorway.

I asked, my fingers hovering over the keys. "What's the difference?" Tia asked, her voice dripping with scepticism. "Instaconnect is for people who want to meet up in twenty minutes for something that involves very little talking," I explained. "Lovebomb, on the other hand, is for the long game. It’s got algorithms, personality quizzes, and a much lower 'creep' factor. That’s where I found Kyle."

The realization settled into her bones, heavy and cold, as she stood there watching them. They were so perfectly synchronized, a matched set in their scrub tops and their shared language of medical crisis, they stood on the sidewalk as if they were the only two people in the world, oblivious to the woman who was slowly dissolving into the background. Yolande didn't scream, she didn't call out, she didn't demand to be seen, instead, she felt a profound, terrifying quiet overtake her.