One Last Pic And I'll Be Gone Novels & Stories

when i turned to glance one last time, There is no one behind us now. Who was he?

Not the last. Never the last.

His eyes misting, and he looks away from me to the open doorway. ‘Goodbye, Mico,’ I whisper so it’s barely audible, and he nods. Clears his throat again, as though it’s hurting him too. We both know I will never call and this is the last time he will ever see me. We are drawing a line in the sand and after this, I won’t be a Carrero problem anymore. That’s it. Our sad goodbye and he turns on his heel and leaves me alone to ponder what just happened. Heavy and pain ridden.

The voice inside me whispered one last time, “This isn’t over…”

but one last wish was killing me. i wanted to see Albert for last time..

But none of that hit Alex as much as what stood in the center of the room. On a table draped with white cloth stood a large picture frame— Amara’s picture. Her face stared out softly, her smile frozen in time. Around the frame were fresh flowers, neatly arranged, their scent filling the room. At the base of the table, candles burned low, their flames flickering gently in the still air. Every sign was clear. This was no party. No trick. It was a memorial. Amara was gone. Alex’s mouth opened, but no word came out. His throat closed up. His legs trembled, betraying him. The picture blurred before his eyes as water filled them.

"Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?" Her phone rang unexpectedly. When she answered, her voice turned impossibly gentle. "Okay, wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour." Before leaving, Leighton tossed the divorce papers into the trash. "We'll discuss when I get back. But don't even think about a divorce." She slammed the door so hard it echoed. Inside the room, only the sound of my own sobbing remained. I'd already checked. There were no flights to Toronto tonight. Sure enough, not l

At last, everything is over. The End

“Hate lasts longer than love. The only thing I want is never to have anything to do with you again, in this life or the next. “If you manage to survive this, don’t ever show up in front of me again, Yaron.” Then, I pulled my dress free from his grasp and walked away without looking back.

In the end, he only sent a solemn promise: [I will always be waiting for you, until you come back to me and give me a chance to make things right. But after he sent it, he was left staring at a red exclamation mark beside the message. He had been blocked again. His fingers paled as he clenched on his phone, and it took him a long while to tap out. He inadvertently tapped into his social feed—something he never did. He was ready to tap out again, but he paused when he glimpsed something and tapped into it again. John had just uploaded a live photo post captioned 'my world'. The live photo was taken from the interior of a famous restaurant in Jadelight, positioned to overlook the city with the