Spirits Are Forever With You Novels & Stories

Because closure doesn’t always come with perfect words or final hugs. Sometimes, it comes in the quiet knowing: This chapter is over. And I’m not rewriting it.

"Ignore him. Let’s dance." I took the shot, the liquid fire hitting the back of my throat. I didn't care about Julian, or Victoria, or the missing lace. I didn't care that Harrison was currently driving back with cognac, or that Mrs. Grant was likely planning my downfall in a hotel ballroom miles away. The music swelled, the lights spun, and I leaned into Ethan, the alcohol finally numbing the fear. I drank until the floor felt like water and the ceiling felt like the sky. For this one night, the fugitive was dead, and the girl was finally, dangerously alive.

Was writing on the banner with red ink. " What is the meaning of this karma?" I ask, gritting my teeth in anger. " My beloved flower, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I lost my mind to you, I think of you when I'm eating, you are always by my side when I'm sleeping, even in the toilet you are always there, my love for you is like a Lion's love for meat, you are the air I breathe the sugar in my bee, no, the honey in my bee, you are my forever, I love you and will always...."

I chuckled, preparing myself for a wild night. They all started to cheer and make quite a raucous as I emerged as if we were frats boys all over again, and for about a minute I was shaking hands and getting jerked into a hug with hard pats on the back. Jacob handed a glass cup of what I suspected was champagne to me and raised his for a toast. “...to reuniting with friends,” he said, and we all echoed the words, clicking our glass cups. I chuckled and shook my head.

As soon as Derek left, it got a bit rowdy in the room as Derek's friends burst into derisive laughter. One of them poured me some juice. "Don't be sad, Sienna. You still have us here with you. Derek asked us to keep you company today." "Please don't be mad at him." I felt numb as I took in the scornful looks on their faces. These men gradually lost their restraint after having a bit too much to drink. It was to the extent that they completely ignored the fact I was there. "Tsk tsk! If I were Sienna, I would rather die than live like this!"

Connecting. Forever.

The beginning of forever. The end.

Complete. Forever. ~~~~~~ Guys, don't leave without reading the last note. It is important 😊

It was this. Each other. Forever.