The Goodbye I Needed Mga Nobela at Kwento

It felt like I had to get everything off my chest. The more I spoke, the more heartbroken I became. By the time I finished, my voice was slightly hoarse. On the other end of the line, Ryan was silent the entire time. It wasn’t until my sobs finally died down that he spoke—his voice cold. "Are you done crying?" There was impatience in his tone, like a bucket of ice water dumped over me as if to remind me how ridiculous I was.

Then he suddenly spoke again, "Iris, we've been together since childhood. I can count as your brother. Let me walk you down the aisle." This was Adrian's final plea. As we walked down the aisle, I felt dazed as my memories drifted back to the year my mother died. At her funeral, I slipped away while no one was paying attention and ran to her coffin. The coffin was large and high. I wanted to climb up to see my mother one last time, but my legs were short. I could not climb up and could only sit on the floor, crying in frustration. Suddenly, someone tapped my forehead. "Why are you crying?"

She didn't look at me, only at Grayson, lifting her chin with a brave, understanding smile. "Goodbye. My mom and I are leaving now." The tears I had been holding back finally spilled. I turned quickly, discreetly wiping them away. Grayson grabbed my arm suddenly. "Alicia… she…" His face was full of shock, his pupils contracting as if he had seen something he couldn't comprehend. I seized the moment to pull away, my voice calm but final. "We're leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Ulrich." That was our last goodbye. That day, I took the passports I had prepared long ago, packed our bags, and booked tickets to Furlance. We didn't speak of Grayson again. Alicia even pretended lightly, talking about emailing M

“I just needed help.” “You needed help from your ex?” “Because I didn’t know who else to talk to.” “You should have talked to me.” “I tried!” My voice rose before I could stop it. Silence filled the call. Then Tiar spoke again. “If you really trusted me, you wouldn’t have gone to someone else.” I closed my eyes. The sentence sounded simple. Almost romantic. But something about it made me uncomfortable. “I didn’t go to him because I don’t trust you,” I said quietly. “I went to him because I don’t know how to make you trust me.”

I played the four chords I'd found at three o'clock that morning, slow and minor and a little bit off where the B flat was, and I sang it in the voice that was only for myself, the careful, even way you speak to doctors. I don't need you to stay, I've done the math on goodbye leave the light on anyway, I'll pretend I don't know why. The last chord vibrated out on the strings and ended, and Carter had closed his eyes and I had no idea what he was going to say and I waited with my hands braced on my knees. "That one's lying," he said. I had been prepared to hear criticism, or nothing at all. "Which one?" "The first line." He opened his eyes. "You wrote need."

"The recording. I'm sorry. I had someone make it. I don't know how it leaked. And that night… I didn't touch you." My eyes burned. "Then apologize to me, Nico. Just say you're sorry." He was in agony. He memorized my face with greedy eyes, saying goodbye. "I'm sorry." I patted his shoulder gently. In the end, I couldn't say "It's okay." "Nico, I wish you happiness." The snow fell harder. I turned and walked with all my strength, swaying in the wind. Behind me, the storm roared. I couldn't tell if it was the wind or his crying.

"Diagnosed with what? What are you saying?" "Those pills were the only reason I could stand up and cook you breakfast," she said, her voice cracking for the first time. "They were the only reason I could dance with you at the gala without screaming. I just wanted to make it to the end of the contract. I just wanted to leave you with one good memory so you wouldn't hate me when I was gone." She looked at the empty toilet bowl, the water still swirling. "But I don't think I’m going to make it to Day 100 now, Arthur," she whispered. "I don't think I'm going to make it at all."

She threw the rose onto the ground and stomped on it a few times. Her soft, childish voice rang out loudly, "Too-late care? I, Thora, don't need it!" Watching her stand there, strong and unyielding, I felt a quiet sense of pride. So I followed her lead. I dropped my rose, stepped on it twice, and said, "Too-late love… I don't need that either." Thora immediately ran over and hugged me tightly. "I only need you, Mom. Mom, I want pizza."

He knew she'd understand, or maybe she wouldn't care who it came from at all. He hit send. The moment it was done, it felt like all his strength had drained out of him. He stood up, walked over to a trash bin, and threw his phone away, along with the SIM card he'd used for years. That chapter of his life ended there. He boarded the plane back home without looking back. … At the temporary media station in Lethor, Eleanor was sorting through newly delivered camera equipment. The donation from Harrison had transformed their setup overnight. Every photographer now had top-of-the-line cameras and lenses, along with advanced satellite transmission gear.

Everyone knew I was the fated mate of Dominic Knight, the Alpha heir. Even though we hadn't formally completed our mating ceremony, he still treated me like the most envied she-wolf in the pack. That was until our pack took in Sloan Daniel, a lone-wolf Omega. Dominic kept going out of his way to care for her, even forgetting our anniversary. Every time, Dominic would affectionately ruffle my hair and explain, "Baby, I'm the Alpha's heir. I have a responsibility to look after members of the pack. You understand, right?" But later, at our graduation dance, he was the first to walk over to Sloan too. "She doesn't have any friends in the pack. I'll dance the second dance with you." I didn