The Day You Went Away Novels & Stories

Far, far away, and happy. Wasn’t that what I wanted for you? To be happy? That’s why I let you go. Your happiness is all I care for. My sole wish is for you to come back someday; that you’ll choose me. I’d give everything for you to come back. Everything to have you again back in my life. Everything to see your unique and divine turquoise eyes again, staring back at me. For one more time…’ A new day. I opened my eyes to welcome the new day. Alone again. I will never adapt to that fucking reality, regardless of how much time goes by.

“The one and only. Hello, Ayla Longthorn!” “How do you know my name?” Daya laughed, and it sounded so... magical. “I know a lot of things. Thirteen years have passed since I last heard that song.” “Where did you hear it before?” Ayla asked. “Oh, here and there. True love is the answer,” Daya said before disappearing. “To what?” Ayla asked. No reply came.

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

"Mom, Dad… If there's a next life, and if I'm ever your son again… Don't lose me this time." My form began dissolving as my vision blurred. As the world slipped away, I heard Mom and Dad's soft, warm voices calling me home. "Bas, dinner's ready!" Taking my hand, Maeve grinned and playfully booped my nose. "You did so well, Bas."

I looked at their disdainful faces and laughed. I ran my hand over my hurting back. “Yes, you’ve won.” Lily was stunned by how calm I was. She wanted to say something when David started to roar again. When she finally calmed David down, I had already left the ward. I pulled out my phone and cancelled Lily’s flight ticket. Our anniversary trip had turned into my farewell trip.

Then I turned off my phone, left everything behind, and boarded a plane back home without looking back. Ethan could not reach me. Enraged, he barged into the apartment only to find the invitation and the contract laid out for him. He froze. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the floor, completely defeated.

On the day I'm diagnosed with dependent personality disorder, my family treats me like I'm the most fragile porcelain. My parents put me first in everything. Mom even quits her executive job to stay by my side during treatment. The day my condition finally stabilizes, they smile with genuine relief for the first time. Even my adopted older sister, Winifred Linberry, smiles. She says, "I told you Sadie wasn't that sick. She just wanted to hog your attention." That day, my parents scold her for the first time and insist she apologize to me. On the night she goes to a class reunion, I quietly mention that my heart feels a little uneasy. Dad suddenly slams the medicine box in his hand ont

"I like quiet, these days." He accepted that easily enough, kissed the top of my head, and wandered back out toward the stairs, already reabsorbed into whatever call he had stepped away from. I sat there a long moment after he left, waiting for my heartbeat to settle, staring at the closed laptop like it might still betray me even now. I had gotten away with it. Barely.

After several days of constant love making, he tells me that he must go away for a day and will be back the next afternoon. Not knowing what to do with myself in the meantime, I call Rosalee and tell her I will work for her if she needs me. “Oh, thank you so much.” She says excitedly and sounds so thrilled that I am willing to help her.

The day I picked up the divorce certificate, the sun was bright. Mason looked like all his strength had been pulled out of him. He stared at me from across the lobby and didn't say anything. I had thought the divorce would be the end of it. He hung on me like a ghost. He took an extended leave from the squad and parked himself at the front door of my building. He stood outside with roses in his hand and apologized to me in the same words, every day.