The Deep Blue Good-by Novels & Stories

Even my own account was overwhelmed—not with hate, but with apologies. Hayden called me, saying that they had officially reversed their decision. They wanted me to come back. This time, he promised to vouch for me personally. I smiled and told him that I would return, but not until I had finished suing Ethan and reclaiming what was mine. The moonlight cast a silver glow over the pavement. I tilted my head back and gazed at the sky. It turned out that the stars would always shine through no matter how dark the night.

I guess that he must like the color blue because the last time I saw him, he was in blue and today, he is dressed in a sky blue shirt tucked into blue jeans paired with black expensive shoes. "We meet again, Arian." He flashes a dimpled smile at me. "Um... I guess you were right about the goodbye thing." I mutter. "Although, I don't think it actually kills any hope of ever meeting again. Saying goodbye doesn't mean you'll never get to see that person again." His brows furrow in thought. "I disagree." "You do? Why?" I'm surprised. He makes a face and shakes his head still smiling. "That's a story for another day." He looks me over. "Were you about to leave?"

he said with a faint smile and a hint of affection in his eyes. My heart went cold. The tears I had just shed out of gratitude suddenly felt ridiculous. After being abandoned 99 times, why would I still expect any love from them? When I didn't respond, Joel impatiently scratched his head. "Come on, Soph. Yvette's never been abroad before. It's her first time going somewhere that far. As her family, we should be there for her. "Besides, you've never seen the Northern Lights either. Think of it as an early honeymoon."

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

The tight cord in Jared's chest finally snapped as he found answers to every trace of his unexplainable anxiousness and unease in recent days. "No! I don't accept this! It's fake. It has to be fake!" His voice cracked as he tore the divorce papers into shreds. Grandma Eleanor's cane struck the ground in disappointment. "Enough, Jay! You have only yourself to blame. "Yvie is a great child who was ready to give you her whole heart. And yet, you were so obsessed with that Fischer girl that you didn't even give Yvie the chance to say a proper goodbye." The word "goodbye" struck Jared like lightning. He collapsed onto the cold floor, folding in on himself.

A soft spiral of blue and silver, shaped like a shell and star fused into one. “What is it?” she asked, voice raw. “A mating mark,” he said. “You’re part of the Deep now. You’ll live long. Breathe water. Bear the blood of the Trench King.” She stared at him. “You want to keep me.” He nodded. “And if I refuse?” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Then I’ll bring you here every night… until you forget why you ever wanted to leave.” And when he kissed her again, she knew she never would.

“I bid you goodbye, Mr. Valmere. I will not overstep my bounds and I respect you, Goodbye, sir. Goodbye Deborah, see you around.” With that, Ylmaz turned gracefully, adjusting his coat and walking toward the exit. His stride was confident, yet unobtrusive, leaving a faint scent of sandalwood in his wake. He glanced once over his shoulder at Deborah, giving a small, soft smile before disappearing into the morning sunlight outside. Deborah exhaled shakily, her hand moving to her arm where Casper’s grip had just been. Her heart was racing, from frustration, from relief, from the tension still lingering in the air.

His cloudy eyes looked at me, filled with something that felt like regret… or maybe longing. In the end, he did not come over. He only asked a little girl nearby to bring each of us a rose. They were wilted, probably picked out of a trash bin. The girl passed them to us and said, "That man over there asked me to tell you… he's sorry. He's going to die." Thora looked at the rose in her hand and asked me, "Mom… is that Dad? Is he going to die?" The little girl who delivered the message looked confused. "What does 'die' mean?"

Wiping away threatening tears, Kim intertwined her fingers with his, vowing, "I love you deeply, Ian. You're the guiding star in my life, and I promise to hold onto it forever." He smiled warmly, "I know, and I promise you too. As long as we have each other, nothing can break us down. Now, I have something to show you." "You do?" Ian nodded, leading her towards the rooftop's descent. He stowed his music player and took her hand, and together, they began their descent. As they descended, laughter bubbled up, the playful run exhilarating them both. However, when they reached the ground floor, Kim suddenly froze and released his hand. He turned to find her, breath rapid, struggling for air.

With the dark past no more, with the present as pleasant as the blooming roses, and the future as bright as the moon, Zarya and Sergei hereby bid their goodbyes. ~The End~