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We were struggling to say goodbye because our bodies, minds, hearts and souls were so connected. We couldn't detach because it physically hurt and we needed this moment, this final moment of bliss to leave an unforgettable mark. I moaned into his lips "Tobias, I'm going to miss my flight baby." He growled into my skin nipping my bottom lip. "I know. I just need to feel you beautiful. Just let me kiss you for a little longer." I couldn't argue because I needed this too. I needed this goodbye to be a 'see you a later'. I needed this goodbye to be a 'kiss you later', a touch you later, a feel you later.

Now, standing in front of him, she felt nothing at all. "That was the past," she said. "It doesn't count anymore. You've changed. I've changed. I don't love you now. And I don't want to marry you. I have my own life to live. And you have yours. We were never meant to be in the same world. I've let you go a long time ago, Jack. So let me go too, okay?"

Lawrence called my name, but he couldn't force out the next sentence. It was as if no matter what he said, it would be rejected. As if no matter what he said, he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. "I don't need your flowers. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Lawrence Schwartz." This was the first time in five years I had seriously called him by his name. I hoped it would also be the last. I dragged my suitcase outside. That oversized suitcase carried everything I owned from this old house. Lawrence looked back into the house. It was empty, lifeless. What was left for him looked no different from a staged model home.

"I just need a place to stay." He cut me off. "No big deal! Stay as long as you want. I may not have much, but you won't go hungry or homeless here." I teared up. My parents didn't care, and my siblings were against me, but I had a true friend. A friend in need was a friend indeed. I was grateful that he stuck by me when I was down. Without him, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't repay him in this life, but I swore I'd do it in the afterlife.

"Don’t go, Freya. Please don’t leave me. You’re pregnant. Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been looking for you for months. I haven’t slept a single night since you disappeared." His voice was soft, but every word was raw pain. I hesitated, then said, "Leaving without saying goodbye was wrong. So let me make it right now." I looked at him steadily. "Goodbye, Jasper. We’re finished." Jasper's eyes welled up. "Why did you leave me? Wasn’t our life good? Everyone envied you. Everyone dreamed of being you." He slid a sapphire bracelet onto my wrist. "Freya, if you were unhappy with our life, I’ll make it right. Just tell me what you need. Please come back. I miss you and the pup."

… Nissa finally cleared her name, but the emotional toll left her completely drained. After discussing with Zachary, they agreed to keep the restaurant closed for a few more days to rest. She packed lightly and headed off to a nearby, quiet town. It lacked the glamour of the city, but it was peaceful. It was the perfect place to relax and take a breather. She sat in a small park, enjoying the breeze, one hand gently stroking the swell of her belly. She did not want much from life anymore. Just to grow her business, raise her child well. That was enough.

she said. She reached for her coat, and he watched her do it with the small ache he'd trained himself to carry without showing — the ache of every goodbye that used to feel final and now felt only temporary, a comma instead of a period. "Merry Christmas, in advance," she said, standing. "Merry Christmas," he said. "Tell Noah I'll see him soon." "I will."

He hadn't been anything like the person she'd believed him to be. And now she had the chance to start over. The following morning, Serena received a farewell message from Marvin's assistant. Shortly afterward, an unfamiliar number called her. She answered. There was only silence on the other end. After a moment, Serena spoke calmly. “If you have nothing to say, I'm hanging up.” “Serena.” Marvin's voice finally came through, painfully hoarse. He spoke slowly, struggling to get the words out. “I'm sorry.” At last, she'd heard those words from him.

He needed to seek some fresh air to cool his burning heart. Ansel entertained himself by going to a café. He enjoyed the night while listening to romantic songs. His soul grew upset when the singer in that café sang an old song entitled Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. Ansel’s eyes were teary when the lyrics of the song echoed in his eardrums. I just need you now I just need you now Oh, baby, I need you now Yeah. He needed Qeiza so badly now. He realized that she had conquered the whole kingdom of his heart and mind. When the song lasted, Ansel left the café.

Waiting for the miracle that you will come back. Why was life so cruel? Cruelty breaks my heart. How can I walk in darkness? If the light of my life wasn’t here? How can I move on? If my foot was excavated six feet underground? How can I live? If I was choked with depression? Do I need to end our last love song? So that I could finally say those seven letters to you? Goodbye. As he finished the song. Greg just leaned over and leaned back in his chair. The Boss cut the recording and stood up to stare at Greg but it was still bent over.