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

68 : "End" End 68 Nathan was the last one for the shoot and I was amazed that the photos of Gage and me turned out pretty great. It's either Gage did a great job on pretending to be in love with me or maybe Dillion's just the greatest photographer and took the photos from amazing angles. Either way, the photos were magnificent and I wanna save them on my phone.

Call me crazy, I don't give a shit at this point. ✨ THE END ✨

I smiled, picturing her nice smile too Once again I'll be able to scent her intoxicating fragrance, but it's for the last time because I'll have to let her go 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 *DRUM ROLLS* Let's call it a day.......🤩😫 Thanks so much guys for all the support🌹❤🌹❤ Enjoyed the chapter??.....drop a vote and comment😘

My fingers shook as I opened a mind-link with William, whispering with the last shred of strength I had: “Come get the camera. See the truth... with your own eyes.” It was my final day in this world—I could feel it deep in my bones. But if I had to die, then I would at least take the lies down with me. So I walked out into the cold, stormy night. My legs barely held me, but I didn’t stop. Step by step, I vanished into the endless dark. I crept toward the grave with the last breath I had left, whispering to the guard in a voice too faint to be heard:

she said as she started walking towards the door, I needed to do something real fast, or I'll be back to square one. " That was just a goodbye," I said and fortunately for me she stopped but didn't turn back. "Pictures indeed are what we hold onto, this is the last picture I have of her and I was just about to delete it but I got lost in my thoughts thinking that maybe all that happened was for good, what if we had ended up together but our marriage never worked, or she turned me into a whole new person that made me carry her order without complaint, I told you last night that after what she did to me, you're the first person I've talked to about her, I just bottled everything in, but after

He had just learned from Marie that three days before I left, I wrote a letter to each person close to me. He stared in disbelief, eyes swollen from crying, and said softly to my photo, "Bella, are you still mad about our argument? Is that why you didn't even leave me a letter?" But I had. I really had. I left it beneath his pillow. Maybe Audrey destroyed it. Still, he stayed by my photo, talking to it late into the night. He didn't even hear Audrey calling him to make dinner. Maybe the silence had festered too long and turned into resentment. After Bobby left, Audrey came to my photo holding a bottle of makeup remover and a lighter.

Clapping excitedly, she urged, "Daddy, let's go! I can't wait to go to the amusement park. I want to take lots of pictures and put them in the frame next to my bed!" A jolt of pain shot through my chest. I'd carried these pups for months and nearly died during labor, but as they left, the last bit of attachment I had toward them vanished. Later, I cleared out all my belongings in the villa, then dragged my suitcase downstairs. "Luna Aria, are you heading out?" Bill asked. I nodded. "I'm leaving. Remind Ethan to sign the agreement. And also, stop calling me 'Luna Aria'."

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

ARIA I haven't seen Charlie since Enzo took her, I saw them comeback but without Charlie, I tried to find her around but there's no sense, I also tried to call her on her phone but I found out she left her phone on her bag. I was getting worried, I don't want to ask Enzo or any of his friends but they are the only person I could ask since they are the last person who's been with Charlie. I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie.

He wouldn't care anyway. I stare at his beautiful eyes for a moment because I know it will probably be the last time. I won't cry. He doesn't deserve my tears. I take my bruised ego and broken heart and turn away from my mate. This time I don't look back. I'm accepting that spot to go to Africa. I don't need him or anybody else. I have my best friend and most importantly myself. Goodbye Pierson. We won't be seeing each other again...or so I thought.