روايات وقصص ضمن The Deep Blue Good-by

“Blue, if Katleya is your woman, take care of her, please. Love her more than the love you have for me. She deserves love. She’s such a good woman.” “I’m sorry. I hurt her,” Blue sobbed, apologizing. “I’ll be happy wherever I am if you fulfill this wish. I don’t want to disappear, Blue, but that feeling of losing you? That’s why I made this video to officially say goodbye to you.” Red stood and disappeared from the video for a moment. When he returned, he was holding Blue’s guitar. “Lend me this.” Blue laughed. “What are you going to do, Red? Don’t you dare!”

" Goodnight" ***

Part 8: The Deep Currents The world above was a cacophony of fire and falling empires, but at six hundred meters below the surface of the Mediterranean, there was only the "Blue Silence." The Vesper-01 moved through the water like a ghost, its titanium hull creaking under the immense pressure of the depths. Inside, the air was cool, recycled, and tasted faintly of scorched copper and mint.

] [I wish you and Sophia happiness. [This is goodbye. Let's never meet again.]

Chapter 162: Free That evening, Blake and Shasta enjoyed the sunset over the deep blue Pacific, watching silently as the blue sky faded into deep oranges, pinks, and purples. Leaning against the railing of the deck, Shasta sipped her glass of sauvignon blanc and rested her head on Blake's shoulder. "It's beautiful here," he noted. "Mm-hmm," she agreed. "But they're down there, you know." He frowned. "Who is down there?"

He spun a tale of devotion, transforming the truth of a stolen engagement into a grand romance, a love that had been fated all along. Some young girls in the audience even wiped away tears. Then, the emcee glanced at Abby. He hesitated briefly before resuming his script. At that moment, the slideshow on the screen changed. The photos of the happy couple vanished, replaced by something else. Evidence provided by Jessica. A voice echoed through the venue, "Jess, you never should have been born. You can never win against me." "Oh, wait. I'm not the one who's sick. You are—the one with terminal stomach cancer. You don't have much time left, do you?"

“Noah, they’re dark, like really dark, but they’re blue. Like the deepest part of the ocean. They’re so deep someone could just jump in and get completely lost in them trying to chase the blue desperately, forgetting to even come up for air.” He smirks, “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me yet.” I try to hide my smile and I step back, “don’t get used to it,” I tell him walking away, shamelessly flaunting my best assets. Stars purring erupts, “Cut it out!” I whisper to her but again I’m too distracted to realize I said it out loud.

It's a good thing that Isabella went out with the make up artist for a while because otherwise they would have heard what this woman was saying. “He is just naturally kind, Loren. Mr. Sol is trying to be friendly to almost everyone. ” I said with a feebleness because I really think that she is being hilarious. "Well, I don't think the same." She muttered. “Before you got into DeepBlue I was ahead of you. And I can tell straight into your eyes that he is no way that friendly. He barely even shows his face in the nightclub. ” My eyebrows frowned, perplexed. What are you talking about? Mr. Sol is in DeepBlue every single night. ”

] Come morning, Lucas was at my door, desperate to clear the air, insisting they had not done a thing. "Take down your post, will you? Yvonne was just blowing off steam. Her new business can't take the hit if your clients see that..." I coolly told him, "I really do wish you the best." That set off his alarm bells. I slid the signed divorce papers across to him. "We're done, Lucas."

Because he felt pressured that I had outperformed him at work? And that pressure led him to fall for Katy, so he stopped caring about me? What a painfully absurd excuse. But wrong was still wrong. If mistakes could be so easily undone, then what did the past three years of my life mean? The moment I boarded that plane, everything between us had already ended. “There’s no need to say anything more,” I said quietly. “What’s done is done. We can’t go back to what we were. “Mr. Rutgers… we’re done here.”