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

I looked up at the giant screen displaying wedding photos of Adrian and me and felt nothing but irony. Three messages popped up on my phone. "Iris, stop making trouble. I've already had the wedding dress cleaned and sent home. Tomorrow, you'll look beautiful wearing the wedding dress I made, and you'll marry me." "I'm calling in all the major media outlets to record this important moment of alliance between our two families." "Iris, I didn't break the promise I made when we were eighteen." Calmly, I pulled out the SIM card and tossed it out the car window. Along with it went my memories of being eighteen.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

“Burn the photo.” Silas studied him for a long beat. Then he pulled a lighter from his pocket, flicked it open, and set the photograph aflame. Orange tongues licked the edges, curling the glossy paper inward until nothing remained but ash drifting on the wind. Marcus exhaled shaky, almost disbelieving. Aiden looked at him. “This is your last chance. Not the last mercy. The last chance. You slip even once and there won’t be another conversation. Silas won’t hesitate. I won’t stop him.”

He said. I was done listening to him at the detriment of my health, so I turned around to leave, but I looked back again, giving him a final once over before saying " This would be the last time I ever see you again. I would never meet you and I hope you never look for me. That card you took from me? Keep it. Have a good life with my best friend" I said and with that, I turned around, walking out of the door with the remnants of my heart shattered.

He held one of their teen pictures, fingers touching Alex’s frame. Never in life did they think they’d separate one day. But it’s already happening. Fate’s at work. “Shit” Aiden gritted his teeth, stood up and sunk the photo on the bed. If it’s going to be their last, then he's going to get one last glimpse. One last word and one last hug with Alex. At that, his feet carried him out of the house and into his car. Stepping on the gas, Aiden steered away.

'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day. To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I'll never be the same. You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words. And now that I've said them, they could never be enough. As far as I can see, there's only you and only me. xiana kissed kino's forehead so kino closed his eyes as he continued to sing and play the guitar. This is the last time I'll fall in love. Last time i'll fall in love.

I should know by now People pass by On the way to their lives They just do Some bright look Some heartbreaking story Some nice talk Some hell of a charming smile Memories, laughter, hopes And they pass by. I should know by now To just let moments flow And try to find the truth Hidden in every encounter And every goodbye Nothing too sacred Nothing too revealing Because they’re just passing by. The last thing she’d posted was a black-and-white picture of her little brother. Partial profile, one blue eye sparkling underneath the baseball cap and the hoodie to glare at the camera, giving it the finger. Jim took his time to go over all of it again, nodding to himself with a mild smile as he typed

I stared at it anyway, at the barely defined outline of a person, taller than average, dark clothing that could have been anything, half turned away like he'd noticed the camera and was already moving to avoid it. "Can you send this to me? Even if it's not enough to identify anyone, I want it anyway." "Yeah, of course. Let me air drop it to you." He tapped through a few settings, and a moment later my own phone buzzed with the file transferring over, the same blurry two seconds of footage now sitting in my own camera roll, mine to look at as many times as I needed to. "Thank you," I said, and I meant it, even though the clip in front of me answered almost nothing. "I know it's not much."

I will burn the world to the ground if that's what it takes, lying is nothing big. One day. Just one last day for me to have with Drew. One . Last . Time.

Went to the photo again. His thumb found the delete button instead. Hovered there. "I can't lose anyone again," he whispered. His thumb pressed down. A prompt appeared. *Delete this photo?* He stared at it. At those words. Delete. Remove. Erase. Like she was never there. His finger trembled. Then clicked. *Yes.* The photo disappeared. Gone. Like it never existed. His face twisted. A sound escaped. Not quite a sob. Not quite a breath. Just pain. Raw. Ugly.