Spell Goodbye Novels & Stories

Sly informed me as I stood and faced him. "Yes?" I asked. "Could you please say my name, just once. My real name." He requested with soft eyes that had me smiling. "Goodbye Silvester Gabriel Michaelson." I whispered softly. I watched a bright smile dawned on his face as he slowly disappeared from my sight. "I love you." That was the last I heard from Sly before he disappeared. Everything we touch will surely die but it's up to us to make the best memories with the people and the things we have today.

sincerely. I turned and looked at Temi, Temi at the same time turned to look at me, we both as if on remote control turned to look at Mom who at the same time turned to look at us, it's just funny, right?. That only happens when the wonderment of the century is taking place. "Goodbye, bro.." (Hallelujah chorus) "...do me a little favour and never come back, okay" (Song dies off in slow whirling, another starts; "He is the Same" by Jon Bellion)

So until next time, this is The Storyteller of The Supernatural Spa, The Diwata saying I hope to see you again. Fare thee well.

I will finally give you all of me, in every way that is possible. Goodbye, baby. Goodbye for now. — Leonel Aries Sinclair

Gayle says with emotion and tears in her voice. "Let's work up to that," I answer, and I hear a faint "okay." "I will talk to you soon," Gayle finally says after a few moments of crying and silence. "Yeah, talk soon. Bye, Gayle," I reply sadly "Bye, Al," Gayle replies before hanging up, and I sigh. Maybe. Just maybe.

She even attached a cute sticker of a little bunny. I just found it laughable. I used to reply to every single one of her messages—I couldn't bear to let her down. But this time, I not only didn't respond. I un-pinned her chat, tossed my phone aside, and went to take a shower. After all, I'd be flying into Hawaii on a private jet tomorrow. For my own solo vacation.

Maybe someday. --- The day has come that I will be leaving some of my things, and more particularly, my dearest friends and my dog. "Mia, girl, don't let this be our last goodbye. And, hopefully, someday, sooner, we would be saying our hellos, and please, never ever leave us again. But damn, knowing that you have been torn into a thousand pieces is more hurtful than this. It's okay to say goodbye, for now. Get your shit together Val, and stop crying. You are making me cry, too." Tesla said her farewell to me, while the ginger has been wiping her eyes with the tissue paper in her hold.

The ethereal glow spread to her arms, legs, and then her entire body. Piece by piece, she vanished into nothingness. Just before the end, Celia turned her gaze toward the distance. A faint smile touched her lips, bittersweet and fleeting. “Goodbye, Uncle.” This time, the farewell was forever.

That’s enough. “Goodbye, Elia,” I whisper. And for the first time in years, the word goodbye doesn’t feel like loss. It feels like peace.

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -