The Goodbye I Needed Novels & Stories

So I'll just let the guitar cry, baby 'Cause there's no good in goodbye, babe. Can't let you see them coming down my eyes. So I'll just let the guitar cry baby.

I walked past him, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the close button without the slightest hint of reluctance. I arrived at Blair's house half an hour later. I told my best friend about my miscarriage. She hugged me and comforted me, coaxing me for hours. I never once bothered texting Caleb the entire time. Instead, he sent me a text consisting of a single question mark. I ignored it. He shot me another text the following day, saying, "The breakfast they serve out here tastes horrible." Blair, who was sitting at the dining table and enjoying breakfast with me, regarded me with unconcealed bewilderment before blurting, "I can't believe you're still here! You actually stayed here instead

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.

My heart broke so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. But he heard it. He felt it. He stepped closer until there was no space left between us. His voice dropped to a wrecked whisper. “Let me love you like goodbye.” I shook my head, tears falling. “Don’t say that. Don’t make it sound final.” He touched my cheek, thumb catching a tear, his own eyes glassy with what he refused to let fall. “Sabrina… I need you to survive me.” “I don’t want to survive you.”

🎶 Through the back window of our '59 wagon I watched my best friend Jamie slipping further away I kept on wavin' 'til I couldn't see her And through my tears I asked again, "Why we couldn't stay" Mama whispered softly "Time will ease your pain Life's about changin' Nothin' ever stays the same" And she said, "How can I help you To say goodbye, it's okay to hurt, and it's okay to cry Come let me hold you and I will try How can I help you to say goodbye" I sat on our bed, he packed his suitcase

I closed my eyes as my tears renewed. “Goodbye, Osprey,” I whispered, needing to say it out loud to make my decision more believable, but it didn’t help. Not one bit. “I’m going to miss you.”

It was because another man had left her. Just like that, I realized I had no regrets left. I pulled the divorce papers I'd prepared long ago from the nightstand and handed them to her. "Leighton, I'm letting you go." She shot upright from the bed. "Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?"

Goodbye to the two kings who'd wanted me for exactly the wrong reasons. Goodbye to whatever version of myself might have, somewhere in some other life, gotten to be loved properly, all the way through, by someone who meant it. The needle slid in my skin. Cold spread outward from the point of it, slow and strange, and the last thing I let myself think, right before the gray light from that broken window dimmed down to nothing at all, was that I hoped, wherever this went next, it would finally be quiet.

When did you finally decide to give up on someone you loved? For me, it was the moment my study-abroad application was finally approved, and I instinctively wanted to text my boyfriend to celebrate. I opened WhatsApp, only to realize I had to scroll all the way down just to find his chat. Our last conversation had been a month ago, when we had a huge fight over something. His last message was a voice note; his tone filled with helplessness. "Clara, Hilary didn't do it on purpose. Don't be so petty. I'm going to help her print her lab data first. I'll bring you some cake when I get back." After that, he stayed busy helping his junior, Hilary Taylor, with competitions and lab work. I was busy

-------------------------------------- WHEN YOU'RE GONE by AVRIL LAVIGNE -------------------------------- I always needed time on my own I never thought I'd Need you there when I cry And the days feel like years when I'm alone And the bed where you lie Is made up on your side When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missin' you When you're gone The face I came to know is missin', too When you're gone The words I need to hear