The Last Thing He Told Me Amazon Novels & Stories

But I was wrong, he loved me so much and was just waiting for the right time to say it. Why did the right time turn out to be his last time on earth? This isn't fair! “You killed him!" That was the last word I heard from the door before I passed out.

Aamon didn’t give out his personal number to many people. If I were to do this, I would need some liquid courage. I still loved him. Hearing his voice would cause me to spiral again, and I would fall apart the minute I was off the phone with him—if he even answered the call. His last words were ‘I love you’ as I walked away from him, cutting him out of my life.

he said. I smiled at him gratefully. "Good." I said. “I will leave now." He said. “Don't forget about what I said." “And what's that?" I asked. “You need to keep assuring her that you love her and she means everything to you as you have said." He said. “I have heard you, Alexa. So just leave and carry out my orders." I said. “Okay... I'm going...." He said as he walked out. Just as he walked out, Amy walked in.

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Is he getting addicted already, or what is the matter with him? “I know you hate me, but that is the truth. I still remember everything we had, from the start-up to this last one. Thank you for this.” He says this, dwarfing me beneath him. Yeah, right! I am an idiot to believe that, right? “Then keep this memory so well because it is the last that you will have of this,” I state, daring his eyes. He is wrong if he thinks that this will happen again.

I reached for the emergency button when I realized that his coughs were intensifying, But, it was already too late. We could all sense him slipping away from us. His last words were, “Tell Savannah I love her.” And then he was gone. Just like that. No other words, and yet he had said it all. I guess in a way, he was one of the lucky ones… those lucky ones that managed to transition in the presence of their loved ones.

The only thing that came out was blood. “Don't worry, I won't tell them I killed you, I will tell them I was able to conquer you,” I said and nodded. “Everyone wanted you gone” I added. “It's nice seeing you rely on me, though. "I enjoyed helping you solve problems that never existed,” I whispered before he took his last breath and gave up the ghost.

Didn’t ask how I slept. He just poured a cup of coffee, slid it across the counter to my side, and said, “There’s almond milk in the fridge if you still drink it that way.” Still. That word. It hung in the air like a memory wearing new skin. I took the coffee and sipped. Then looked at him. “I need to tell you something,” I said, voice low. He nodded. I didn’t wait. “I didn’t just break when you left. I… collapsed.”

“What? Why would you—” “Shut…up” he said, even angrier. “At this point, I don't care what they want it for, or why they thought tricking me into giving them would be the solution, but I honestly don’t really even care anymore", he said, watching disbelief and confusion gradually cripple her. "That ring, that consignment, this entire dead family, is the worst thing that ever happened to me. So right now, I'm telling you…" he said, walking even closer, a few inches separating them both, "...that if you don't kill me, right now, the next time you see me, will be the last time you see…anything " he said, suddenly sounding sober.

He cries, his voice has aged too. I managed to smile sadly as I found it difficult to breathe now. "Forever remember?" I managed to croak out then cough. His tears flowed down more knowing it was already time. "Always." He croaks. "Always and forever." He promises. I managed to smile during my coughing fit as I wheeze. The air wasn't coming to my lungs anymore, I was dying."Don't look so sad Blake, you promised me. I love you." Was the last thing I said as everything stops, time freezes and my soul leaves my body.