Plankton Goodbye Everyone Novels & Stories

After I read her texts, I replied to the hospital staff, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid you have the wrong number." I didn't bother going to the hospital. However, I did notify Pauline about Caleb's accident. Caleb was discharged from the hospital three months later. He had lost a great deal of weight and looked as though a breeze was enough to bowl him over. He looked nothing like the successful and driven individual he used to be. He said, "Ophelia, I'm sorry. I agree to the divorce." I shot a look at the hand hanging at his side, aware that he had lost all sensation in that arm. Nevertheless, I felt nothing as I answered calmly, "Good."

"What does 'die' mean?" Thora explained patiently, "It means you won't exist in this world anymore." The girl blinked, then nodded. "Oh. Then I don't want to die." Thora puffed up a little, sounding like a tiny grown-up. "What's so scary about dying? Everyone dies. I almost died once when I was five." She was talking about the time Wade took her medical money to buy Yvette a bag. Thinking about it, Thora's face turned angry. She threw the rose onto the ground and stomped on it a few times.

The collapsing world suddenly stabilized. Only slightly. Only enough. Then Ethan looked back one final time. At all of them. At the family he never truly had. At the friends he finally found. At the life he was leaving behind. Then he smiled. And whispered: “Goodbye.” The light swallowed him. Completely. Gone. Silence followed. Absolute silence. Then the Core announced: EMERGENCY EVACUATION AUTHORIZED. ALL SUBJECTS MUST EXIT IMMEDIATELY. The white space began breaking apart again.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

Arthur said. "It’s cobalt," Evelyn replied. "Cobalt," Arthur repeated, as if trying to memorize the word. "I’ll remember that." They sat in the sunroom as the gray afternoon turned into a deep, purple evening. The house was quiet, but it was no longer a cold silence. It was the sound of a routine being built on a foundation that was crumbling, yet somehow, in the middle of the ruins, they were finally learning how to speak.

"If you walk out that door, Carl, you'll regret it." I'd been planning to share with him the good news tonight—that I was pregnant with our baby. He'd always said he wanted a child, but now, he was nothing but rotten. Carl didn't say a word. He stayed silent until the candle burned out completely, leaving us in the dark. "Hailey, it's just this one time," he finally said. "I've already explained it. After this, I won't be involved with her anymore. Why can't you just let it go?"

I felt a little emotional as I stared up. I bid goodbye to the place I'd been working my ass off for the past ten years of my life. My new life was just about to begin. … Afterward, I heard from Claude that Brooke got into a huge fight with her mother. The collaboration with Storm Group also fell through. Brooke was disgraced by the rest of her family. Fortunately, she'd managed to find her footing in the family a while ago, so even if she suffered from their sarcastic remarks and mockery, she could still stand on her own two feet.

Someone snapped a picture of me, filthy and rummaging through a dumpster for plastic bottles, and posted it online. It quickly went viral, sparking a storm of comments. “The prettiest dumpster diver.” “Hey, quiet little one, the netizens seem to be really interested in you.” I took small bites of a bagel, listening quietly as Marcus Dale read the comments aloud. He pushed his hair back and continued reading from his phone. “Isn’t she Lindsey Thomson, the eldest daughter of the Thomson family?”

"It’s funny how rumors work, isn’t it? People act like they don’t believe them… but the second they fade, suddenly everyone forgets what they almost believed." Ava froze for a second. Just a flicker. Her lips parted like she was about to respond, but then she stopped herself. I saw something shift in her eyes though. That line it was like she was bitter that people were not believing the rumors anymore. I don’t think Jason noticed. But Ava did. The goodbye was awkward. No hugs. Just a few mumbled “see you later” and the shuffle of feet toward different cars. Emma was sleepy, her head on my shoulder as we walked to mine.

The living room opened onto a small terrace where the afternoon breeze stirred the wind chimes. For the first time in what felt like forever… I could breathe. As I unpacked the last of my things, something caught my eye. A folded envelope rested on the bedside table. There was no name on the front. Curious, I opened it. Inside was a single handwritten note. “You don't have to forgive me. You don't have to speak to me. You don't even have to see me. Just focus on getting stronger. I'll keep every promise I made today.” — Zayn.