The Deep Blue Good-by Novels & Stories

I start to hum the tune of the song, "I'm still holding on to everything that dead and gone. I don't wanna say goodbye cause means forever,now you're in the stars the six fit never felt so far,here I am alone between the heavens and the ambers, oh it hurts so bad for a million different reasons why you took the best of my heart and left rest in pieces" we both sang in a sad tune. "that is a very touching song. their love is what we call true love. I'm not sure he is going to move on from this. Even during the speech did you see how he cried?" Dee asks

How vast is the ocean? I know it is in wide scope How dangerous is this ocean? A lot and too much chances To explore, you can be drowned With the wave you can be nowhere How deep could it be ? Like the love of yours How vast,how deep How blue,how loyal Deeper,bluer than blue Blue ocean by: Ency Bearis The night slowly faded away as the sun rose in the sky, filling the earth with its brightness. The rays from the sun illuminated Lena's room, though the windows were closed and the blinds down.

The silence in the living room lasted for a full 30 seconds. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Finally, Caleb looked at me in disbelief. "What did you just say?" I replied calmly, "I said alright. Let's get a divorce." The divorce agreement that Blair had written up for me was in my purse. I was just about to take it out when Caleb suddenly let out a mocking laugh. "This is another one of your schemes, isn't it? It's a pity that your tricks are far too dumb. Well, I'm certainly not falling for it!"

Richard followed her closely. “Can I please take a look at this?” “Miss, you have such good taste! This necklace is a limited edition work by our designer. It’s the ‘Starry Sky and Deep Sea’ collection this summer. There are only five pieces in the country.” The store attendant introduced the collection enthusiastically and took out the sapphire necklace from the display case. Maureen knew a lot about jewelry. She could tell at a glance that the sapphire was of an average color. It was not Vivid Blue or Deep Blue, but the excellent cutting technique and design were outstanding. It showed that the designer was naturally talented.

But now, it just made me feel sick, like this was some kind of cruel joke. We paid 300 thousand dollars for it, and now it could sell for 450 thousand dollars. With its prime location, offers started coming in within days. After all these years, I ended up with a few million dollars in assets to my name. And since Carl was walking away with nothing, none of it was going to him. I had my lawyer handle all the finances. Before long, I got the green light that everything was taken care of. I heard Wendy was discharged from the hospital and had a massive fight with Carl. He was busy trying to calm her down, and with her parents breathing down his neck, he started making wedding plans.

he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on Gia's forehead. As the sun dipped below the skyline, they found themselves at the picturesque Boston Harbor, the sea breeze carrying a sense of tranquility. "This view is breathtaking," Deep murmured, wrapping his arm around Gia's shoulder as they watched the boats sway gently in the harbor. Gia leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I couldn't have asked for a better start to our journey, Deep. Thank you for bringing us here," she said softly, cherishing the moment and the city's charm that seemed to enhance their bond.

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

began to explain the "Reasoning of the Deep." "The 'Blue-Standard' is a 'World of Decay,' Avery," the liquid-voice resonated. "You want 'Autonomy,' but you only produce 'Grief' and 'Friction.' The 'Hydro-Symmetry' is the 'Final-Balance.' In the 'Deep,' there is no 'Individual-Loss' because there is no 'Individual-Gain.' We are 'Constant.' We are 'Total.' We are the 'Ending' that the '150,000-word' history deserves."

POV RED The morning of the departure was sharp and clean, the sky a cloudless, brilliant blue that seemed to promise something new. The air was cool, carrying the scent of salt and the distant, floral perfume of the island's hibiscus. There were no goodbyes. There was no ceremony. There was only the quiet, efficient process of departure, the silent transfer of luggage from the house to the launch, the short, choppy ride across the water to the waiting ship. I moved through it all with a detached calm, my body a vessel for my will, my mind a fortress of strategic calculations.

sincerely. I turned and looked at Temi, Temi at the same time turned to look at me, we both as if on remote control turned to look at Mom who at the same time turned to look at us, it's just funny, right?. That only happens when the wonderment of the century is taking place. "Goodbye, bro.." (Hallelujah chorus) "...do me a little favour and never come back, okay" (Song dies off in slow whirling, another starts; "He is the Same" by Jon Bellion)