Spell Goodbye Novels & Stories

Rosaria Goodbye. The saddest word one can ever say to a loved one. I wonder why there’s a ‘good’ in that word because there’s nothing good about it. No matter how it is said, it always causes heart break. Whether it’s a child going to college and temporarily leaves his or her parents. Or a loved one moves to another town. Sometimes it may just be an employee leaving a workplace he or she had gotten accustomed to.

If he knew these were the last 12 hours with me, would he still break his promise? Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he still would. Either way, the answer didn't matter anymore. I spent a few hours tidying up the place. The old house was empty. There really wasn't much of my stuff left. Still, we had gotten married here, and I couldn't help feeling nostalgic. I called Daphne. I had told her in advance, but I still said goodbye properly. Then, I called my lawyer. "The divorce agreement was notarized a month ago. I don't need to redo any procedures now, right?"

Eliam smiled through his tears. “It means Grandma Elena is saying goodbye.” Gabriella looked at the music box. “Is she going away?” “No.” He crouched beside her. “She was already somewhere else.” Gabriella thought about that. Then she asked quietly, “Does goodbye mean we stop loving someone?” Eliam’s heart tightened. “No.” He pulled her into his arms. “Goodbye means we carry them with us.” Gabriella rested her head against him. “Then I think she can stay.”

The taxi rolled through the bustling streets. I leaned back in the seat, sunlight pouring through the glass and warming my face, yet I felt numb to its gentleness. The warmth I once knew had been buried along with my mother and baby. The driver, an elderly man with silver hair, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. After a pause, he said softly, “Don’t look back, sweetheart. Look ahead.” He spoke the words I hadn’t dared to say aloud: “Look ahead”.

His cloudy eyes looked at me, filled with something that felt like regret… or maybe longing. In the end, he did not come over. He only asked a little girl nearby to bring each of us a rose. They were wilted, probably picked out of a trash bin. The girl passed them to us and said, "That man over there asked me to tell you… he's sorry. He's going to die." Thora looked at the rose in her hand and asked me, "Mom… is that Dad? Is he going to die?" The little girl who delivered the message looked confused. "What does 'die' mean?"

The Ashford family's treasured daughter reduced to this because of Damien Vance. Selene slowly leaned against his shoulder. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to feel safe. Her phone suddenly vibrated, and a message appeared on the screen. Selene opened the message, her gaze froze. "Thank you so much for giving me what rightfully belongs to me." Aurora. A bitter smile appeared on her lips. Her fingers slowly tightened around the phone. The last piece of hope inside her finally died. A painful realization settled in her heart. Everything had truly ended.

Caleb felt guilty as he lowered to watch over the ground with a perplexed expression. Tia wiped her tears and realised how he doesn't deserve even a single tear from her, "Goodbye, Caleb. This is our ending, but I swear, if there is a god, you and your family will get punished. You can't stay happy after sacrificing the happiness of other human beings like this! Remembered my words." She declared in a shrill tone, before turning and ready to leave him right there.

down and whispered into my ear. “Remember our secret? You said you'd teach me how to kick down door if I kept it a secret.” I didn't say that…I've never kicked down a door with- Kesian. I smiled at him. “I hope you haven't told anyone yet. No, I'm not going to kick down any doors. I'm going to say goodbye to my friends.” “Why? Where are they going to?” Somewhere very far away. “They um- They died. So I'm going to say goodbye to them one last time. Do you understand that?”

The plane began to taxi down the runway, slowly at first, then faster, then faster still, until the ground fell away and Nightvale shrank beneath her, becoming a patchwork of lights and shadows and memories she wanted to forget. Sophia pressed her forehead against the cold glass and watched her old life disappear. "Goodbye, Nightvale," she whispered. The words were so quiet no one could hear them over the hum of the engines. "Goodbye, Leo. I hope we never see each other again." A single tear slipped from her eye and traced a silver path down her cheek.

Some just planted quiet, no words for feels. It gutted. Seeing loved ones wrap final. Seeing hits of our calls. Seeing win's bill real and close and crushing. When last flame lit, all twelve burning, Sophia moved up. Had words ready. I'd jotted 'em. She drilled what to say. But now, front of hundreds grieving, ditched notes. Spoke real instead.