Relieve Unscramble Novels & Stories

His shoulders stayed tense, his hands jammed into his pockets. The evening air carried the faint scent of rain, and somewhere in the distance, a car passed by, the sound fading into nothing. He didn’t look back. Not once. I stayed there until I heard his car door shut. The engine started, the headlights cut through the dim light, and just like that—he was gone. And still, I couldn’t move. It was strange, the way grief and relief could exist together like that. My chest ached, my eyes burned, but beneath it all, there was this strange, fragile calm.