Novel & Cerita Poets Goodbye Crossword

"A disbarred divorce lawyer. Racing him is lowering our status." "I didn't think eight divorces could become real life." I sighed inwardly. Thinking of my passport and ID, I finally closed my eyes for a second. "How do you want to race? Just say it." Nolan's mouth curved upward as he bent into the driver's seat. "Simple. Whoever reaches the finish line first wins. "But if anything happens, if someone dies, then too bad." Nolan said the last part very softly. My heart jumped. I instinctively tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

"Don’t go, Freya. Please don’t leave me. You’re pregnant. Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been looking for you for months. I haven’t slept a single night since you disappeared." His voice was soft, but every word was raw pain. I hesitated, then said, "Leaving without saying goodbye was wrong. So let me make it right now." I looked at him steadily. "Goodbye, Jasper. We’re finished." Jasper's eyes welled up. "Why did you leave me? Wasn’t our life good? Everyone envied you. Everyone dreamed of being you." He slid a sapphire bracelet onto my wrist. "Freya, if you were unhappy with our life, I’ll make it right. Just tell me what you need. Please come back. I miss you and the pup."

It rang for a mere second before the call was dropped. I told myself Lucas was probably just waiting for me at the exit, all worried. However, when I went to text him, I saw that he had posted on his social media a few minutes before. There he was in a selfie with Yvonne Emerson, his childhood best friend. They were cheek to cheek, shoulders touching, grinning on some mountaintop. The caption hit me hard. [Hope we're still living it up like this at 60.] The fear I had felt for him while I was plummeting from the sky, the thought that he would be devastated if I died, all seemed like a cruel joke then. He was busy making wishes to keep the good times rolling with someone else, not me.

Fortunately, this time, it was me who no longer wanted to wait. On the way home, Griffin asked me, "Gisselle, why didn't Kyson come back with you?" I smiled and casually replied, "He had a sudden assignment, so he went back." "How long will he be gone this time?" he asked. "I don't know." Maybe a month. Maybe forever.

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.

We crept along, breaths held, until we reached the safety of the bomb shelter. "Stay put. I've called in the cavalry," I assured them in a hush. "They'll be here in two hours." Everyone collapsed in relief, finding spots to rest. Just then, a wave of perfume hit us like a freight train. "What in the world is that smell?" The guy with glasses looked around, alarmed. There was Annie, spritzing Chanel like it was an air freshener. "Ugh, it reeks here. A little perfume never hurts anyone, right?"

"I don't know if I can take that." "You will," I said. "Let me go, Liam." After a long, aching silence, he nodded. "If that's what you want." "It is," I lied. He forced a smile, brittle. "Then let's get some fish. For old times." I matched it, hollow. "Yeah. For old times." We wandered the market, picking out fish, trading small words like it could erase the wreckage. It was a goodbye wrapped in normalcy, a last thread before it snapped.

Not even an echo bounced back. Just then, the sound of a door opening came from his end, followed by Gianna’s voice, filled with thrill. “Lorenzo! Marco said that the seller for the Tribeca penthouse is going to give us two more weeks. Can we check out the place tomorrow?” His heartfelt confession came to an abrupt stop, his voice dripping with doting affection. “I just got stitches, sweetheart. Alright, alright, don’t get upset. It’s my fault. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

As the helicopter broke through the clouds and sunlight spilled through the window, illuminating Lena’s face, Lena closed her eyes and whispered a quiet farewell in her heart. “Goodbye, Henry.” They no longer owed each other anything now, and this was goodbye forever.

But when I woke up, I was still alone, paying for sins I'll never outrun. "Goodbye, Gina. I wish you and Ryan nothing but joy. In the next life, I swear I won't let you down." I shook the envelope, and a necklace fell out. It was the one that held the ashes of our first baby, Jeremy's last tether to the past, but now he had given it to me. Behind me, Ryan called out, asking me to cut the cake. I called back, slipping the letter into my drawer. Then, I fastened the necklace around my neck and walked toward him.