Novel & Cerita The Day You Left

Storm I woke up the next morning and it wasn’t long before the thought that today was my last day with Kat sank in. Laying there, I felt the ache in my chest as the tears gathered in my eyes. I was going to miss her when I left here, but my leaving here had to happen. There really was no other option for me. My survival depended on me getting out of here and making a life for myself elsewhere.

**** [From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night Summertime and I'm caught in the feeling Getting high and I'm up on the ceiling I don't know what you're doing in New York All I know is you ain't on my bedroom floor I'm seeing you undressed in my room But it's just a memory, a fantasy (Fantasy) Are you in your house? Are you going out? Are you going crazy like me? From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night I try to forget about you, baby And I die when I think of you with someone else and I don't know

She questions and I shake my head, I reach over and take her hand and kiss her knuckles. "Nothing baby, I was just thinking about how beautiful the day was." I lie with a smile, and she returns my smile and rubs her thumb over mine. 'If you leave me now' by Chicago comes on the radio, and I lean over and turn the volume up. I get flashes of the day Shayla and I were singing the lyrics to one another. We'd belt this out together whenever it came on in the car. I smile fondly at the memory. "If you leave me now, you'll take away the very heart of me." I sing along quietly.

Chloe babbled with her eyes blurring. "Honey, I'll think about-" "No need!" Chloe jerked her hand away roughly, getting up from the bed with a sharp look. "If you can only protect us with betrayal, let us go and protect ourselves." "What do you mean?" Frank also got up with narrowed eyes. "You want to leave me?" Chloe looked at the man she loved so much with blurry eyes, one hand continued to rub her stomach which felt so tight. "I'm- so disappointed in you, Frank."

My body immediately shrank back, and I pulled my arms closer to my body, as if I was trying to protect myself from his flames. "Can I leave now?" I asked, wanting to curl myself into a ball on the floor. "Yes, leave. The Meeting is tomorrow. Nate will communicate the time to you this night." He didn't even bother to apologize for his outburst. I rushed out of his room, trembling from his hissy fit. *** CARL'S P.O.V

the last day jade: omg what's taking Levi so long to get here it's the freaking day you'd think he couldn't wait to see me it's our last day together ugh finally I see his car coming down the street I guess I don't have to text him now. rolling up, he stops and rolls down the window, saying, "Hey babe, you miss me?" Levi said. Always Levi! I tell him.

“I remember the day when you told me That I was special and too naive to see The day you held my hands was my happiest For I knew that with you, I’m the luckiest.” The crowd remained speechless, not a whisper could be heard from them. I might have screwed it big time for them not to say anything. And so, I decided to shut my eyes and pour my remaining energy into the last part of the song. “Ohh… You are the apple of my eyes The sun that makes me smile You were the light of my days Filling me hope in your good ol’ ways Why… Why did you have to leave and go? Leaving me with questions and in awe

After that, she vanished. I shook my head. "I don't care about any of that. I’m going back tomorrow." Rocco’s hand froze. "Can't you... stay a few more days?" "I specifically took a few days off from the casino." His voice was so humble it was practically dragging in the dirt. I sighed. "There’s an emergency at the Research Institute. This was a special leave of absence." He shoveled a few bites of food into his mouth, head down. After a long silence, he asked, "What time is your flight tomorrow morning? I remember you always loved the cinnamon rolls from that place on the corner."

I smiled coldly. He stopped crying, thinking I had changed my mind. His eyes lit up with hope. "Good memories for you, but for me, it's a haunted house, every corner echoing how you hurt me for Cheryl. It's hell." He recoiled, his tall frame hunching like he'd been gut-punched. I sighed, my patience gone. "Do me a favor and leave me alone. I'm sick of you." That was his death sentence.

On the day of my wedding to Julian, his childhood friend, Wendy, crashed the ceremony. Wendy declared she didn’t have much time left to live and that her only regret was never being able to experience what it was like to get married. Julian immediately dropped my hand, insisting on having the wedding with her instead. “Chloe, she’s sick,” he said. “Please sit aside for ten minutes while I go through the ceremony with her.” The three hundred guests in the audience fell into absolute silence, and my parents trembled with rage. Amidst everyone’s gaze—everyone waiting to see a joke unfold—I calmly removed my veil and put it on Wendy myself. “The two of you are so deeply devoted to one anoth