روايات وقصص ضمن The Deep Blue Good-by

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

… I went to the public phone booth and dialled the familiar number once again, expecting no one to pick up like before. But to my surprise, before I could even say anything, a voice—both strange yet familiar—came through. The voice said, "Hello, this is Joseph Coleman. How can I help you?" It turned out that Joseph wasn't dead at all.

A long time later, Mason's phone finally ran out of battery, and the screen went dark. He was still sitting alone in the house he had bought back, letting the night swallow him whole. Our story had already ended the moment he took the bouquet from my hands. And he hadn't even had time to say goodbye. The End

“You deserve it.” He chuckled. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll kidnap you and never let you go.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re not serious.” Martins leaned closer, his eyes twinkling. “Try me.” Amara pressed her lips against his briefly. “Bye, darling. I need to go get ready for work.” He exhaled deeply, watching her open the door and step out. “Alright, love,” he said, smiling. “Go conquer the world. I’ll see you soon.”

It was because another man had left her. Just like that, I realized I had no regrets left. I pulled the divorce papers I'd prepared long ago from the nightstand and handed them to her. "Leighton, I'm letting you go." She shot upright from the bed. "Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?"

"What?" "What?"he repeated. "What?!" "What?" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?"he stared at me with his deep blue eyes, almost drilling a hole in my soul. He looked excruciatingly handsome in his and turtle neck sweater. His pink lips were looking very soft, very kissable. I swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in my throat. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to have his muscular hands on my body, to have his lips on mine.

"Good." The End

Goodbye. ****

Bye" TBC....... ©️ Tricia

“Beyond happy.” THE END