The Goodbye I Needed Novels & Stories

"I won't let you waste your life on me." He reached out, cradling my face, his touch warm, unbearable. "You're what I need, Leah. Don't you see?" I shut my eyes, letting myself feel it - just for a second - before stepping back. "I'm sorry." His hands fell, empty. "So this is goodbye?" I nodded, the weight settling in. "Yeah. It's better this way." He looked away, defeated. "I don't know if I can take that."

He asks. "I don't deserve to." I reply. "I'm sorry once again, Mr Cruz." "Why does it feel like you're saying goodbye?" He arches a brow. "That's because I am." I let out a sigh. "I can't... I need to go away and... I don't know if I'll ever come back." "He'll be crushed." He protests. "Please, give this to him." I hand him a letter. "Tell him I'm sorry... But, I don't think we are meant to be."

he replied. " I've been caught up with work and something else. I do miss racing but I'm working on something at the moment, " " If you say so, Syd. If you say so. " ~~~~ So how do I say goodbye? To someone who's been with me for my whole damn life? You gave me my name and the color of your eyes I see your face when I look at mine So how do I, how do I, how do I say goodbye? And there's no way you could ever let me down

Till I close my eyes, and I am no more. ♪Never gone from me… If there’s one thing I believe, I will see you somewhere down the road again. ♪ That was the last song I sang to her. As the day grew closer, the first pinpoints of light emerged from outside. It was time for me to go. If I stayed, I wouldn’t be able to let her go. Saying goodbye to her was unbearable for me. Gently untangling her from me, I gave her my pillow instead. I pecked her soft lips, then found a piece of paper and a pen to write a note to her. That would be my goodbye.

"Well, it's been a while. The last time I was here, you said you wanted to be alone, so I decided to give you some time. But I was wondering if you would like to" "I need to tell you something, Wendy," he interrupted her. "Go on. You know you can always say whatever you want." "I'm going away for a while," Ian confessed. She looked at him in surprise, "Where and why?" "I just need to leave. I can't stay here. I'm going crazy. I keep thinking about Kim and everything that happened. I think I need the time away. It will do me some good."

Has he come here to ask for forgiveness and to say goodbye? "Is he going to say goodbye? After all this? After making me almost dehydrate from crying so much?" He keeps holding out his hand, I don't understand what he wants. I give him my hand to understand what he wants. To the sound of a song that I love so much, the most beautiful part, Jonathan puts the engagement ring that I had thrown at him so angrily back on my finger. This passage of the song will remain engraved in my mind forever! "I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on So, tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin."

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

"You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?" He dropped the act. Smirked. "Yeah. It did. Oh—and he's dead. Thought you should know. You're sharp, Celine. I wish you happiness." My pen hovered. Ink bled into the page. I tore it up, tossed it out. "Happiness isn't for me." I'd had it once. Look where that got me. He gave a soft laugh. "Goodbye. I hope you find freedom." This time, I nodded. Freedom—that, I could want.

That’s enough. “Goodbye, Elia,” I whisper. And for the first time in years, the word goodbye doesn’t feel like loss. It feels like peace.

My finger hovered over the power button. It was not because I was unsure of leaving, but because I was wondering if leaving so abruptly was really the best choice. Lyle noticed my hesitation. He tugged at my sleeve, lowering his head, his voice muffled as he reminded me, “Mommy, we should go.” Looking into his urging eyes, everything suddenly became clear to me. I had always known that Henry was not a good person. I knew he did not love me. I knew this marriage was a complete mistake.