Novel & Cerita One Last Pic And I'll Be Gone

Gone. Her smirk. The last thing about her. Her screaming and fights. The last thing about her. Her lies. The last last thing about her. This are ther only last things about her. How can it be? Isn't the last thing of someone suppose to be a hug? A peck? And the confession of love I have and I feel for her? Why did this turn out like that for me? Leaving me all alone here? How can she just go?? From front of my very own eyes, to

I passed out knowing that it is the last second of my life in this world. I know you'll miss me, you fucking world. I smiled before taking the last deep breath.

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Only, it was too bad she wasn't my aunt. While in the hospital, I browsed apartment listings on my phone and temporarily rented myself a small place. When I returned home after my discharge, I started packing my things. My phone rang just as I was throwing my set of acupuncture silver needles into the trash. "Lucius, I'm at Dynasty Club. Bring me the paper bag from my bedside table," Colleen instructed. I was about to say I was busy, but then I thought I should say goodbye to Colleen face to face. Without much thought, I put on my jacket, grabbed the bag from her bedside table, and got in a cab.

When they rushed him to the hospital, the doctor determined he was fighting some serious demons in his mind. No one wanted to give up on Patrick, but Patrick had given up on himself. He slipped away when the coast was clear and bolted from the hospital. He ended it all right there at my grave. Died with that same stupid grin on his face. It made me think of something someone had said long ago: “A traitor’s fate is doom.” Too bad he had to mess up my trip down under. ‘Patrick, why can’t you leave me alone even in death? This is just my bad luck.’

My soul floated in the air, my heart aching as I watched this scene. Was this still my dear, beloved Adam? My baby boy, who would cry if dinner was even a little late? How could he have become like this when I had only been gone for three days? The phone screen suddenly lit up, revealing the family photo used as its wallpaper. It had been taken in a cozy room—Casper Hawthorne still had his arm around me and our son, the two of them laughing at the camera while I was still asleep. Their similar faces showed the same cheerfulness.

I was on my own. The End

Not gone. At peace. The End.

With a slight vengeance, I left the subtle tension between us hanging accompanied by the occasional bird calls . When we met up with the others, they immediately noticed Nathan's discomfort and my ignorance. They separated Nathan from me, and chattered constantly jumping from one topic to another. Under their combined effort, the atmosphere soon became lively and everyone was enjoying themselves. Without realising, the blue sky started bleeding red and the sun was sinking beneath the horizon. Linus checked the time and suggested, "Let's move our drinking over to the fire pit." -----