The Last Thing He Told Me Amazon Novels & Stories

“Yes.” He crossed the room and sat beside me on the sofa and we sat there together in the Cambridge morning and he didn’t cry and neither of us said anything for a long time. Then he said, “He was proud of me.” “Yes,” I said. “She said that was the last thing he said to her about me.” He looked at his hands. “Before he told her to look after me.” A pause. “He was proud of me.” I looked at him. “Gabriel,” I said.

He whispered to himself while putting the luggages on the trolley but I heard that despite having my eyes glued to the phone screen to find the flight booking number. "Say it to my face if you have anything to say." He straightened himself and left the luggage he's about to put on top of the luggage mountain, staring at me as intense as my gaze to him. "You never tell me things. It's always last minute. Always." I took a deep breath before replying him with gritted teeth, "How many times do you want me to tell you I. Just. Knew. Last. Friday. NIGHT!" "Why can't you tell me on that Friday night then?"

She still had tears streaming down her face and a little part of me felt like pulling her into a hug but of course, that wasn't going to happen. “If this position isn't more important to me than anything in the world, trust me, you'll never step a foot in my house. Don't ruin my chances in your last days..” those were the last words i uttered before leaving her sight for my room. Some words can't be left untold right?.. Grandpa's call came in just as I stepped into my room and my heart instantly skipped a beat. “Don't tell me that desperate thing told him about it already..” I thought, feeling a sense of dread..

A calm male voice spoke through the speaker. "Good evening, Agent." Ross's face lost all color. "Who is this?" The man chuckled. "Tell Emma Parker..." "...that if she wants to see her mother alive..." "...she should bring the master drive to the lighthouse." Emma's heart stopped. "My mother?" The caller laughed softly. "Sunrise." "No police." "No tricks." "Or she dies." The line went dead. The forest fell silent. Emma slowly looked at Liam, tears filling her eyes. "I thought my mother died twenty years ago."

“He asked me to tell you that he loves you. Those were his last words. The words were spoken by a true hero.” A wave of loss washed over Amelia and she once again began to sob. How could he leave her if he loved her so much? She just couldn’t make sense of what had happened. Why was Jax the one who had to die? She knew that it was wrong of her but she silently wished that it had been one of the other men in the party… not her Jax. Anyone but him.

I heard the struggling voice and when I looked down, I saw Asher there, barely holding on. He was bleeding profusely and still trying to talk to me. “Please don’t talk, save your strength.” I begged him but he wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop him either since I was still tied to the chair. “I love you so much, Ruby and I’ll keep loving you even in death.” That was the last thing he said before he drew his last breath. I screamed so hard in pain while tears flooded my face. At that moment, I realized how much I loved him. I really never stopped and it’s so unfortunate that it took losing him to realize it.

I wanted him to keep talking—to squirm, to explain, to admit every rotten thing that brought him to my doorstep pretending to love me. “I didn’t even know the full story until after he died,” Jack continued. “He left a recording for me. I got it late. Weeks after he passed. I couldn’t even bring myself to open it right away. But when I finally did…” His voice cracked slightly. He paused, cleared his throat. “He talked about you,” he said. “He said you were kind. Said you were a friend to him, someone who made his last days a little less lonely. He told me—if I ever got the chance—I should take care of you.”

"He held my hand for about four minutes, never taking his eyes off that door. Then, his grip slowly began to loosen. Just before it slipped away entirely, he said his last words." "What did he say?" Alice's eyes welled with tears, but she didn't let them fall. Her capacity for tears had likely been exhausted long ago. "He said, 'Tell that stubborn boy not to push himself too hard.' And then he let go." As I sat at the dining table, the breakfast in front of me suddenly felt miles away, as if viewed through a sheet of water. I asked, "What happened next?"

I heard his last words, distorted. "I hope one day you can forgive me for this bargain."​

Inappropriate jokes were practically his primary way of expressing love and we had all accepted this about him years ago. The last real conversation I had with him, the last one where he was fully himself, he looked at me very directly and said: "I need something from you." I said anything. He said, "Dorothy is going to be okay. She is tough and she has family and she is going to be okay. But Sam is three years old and he is going to grow up and he needs to know that his dad was worth knowing. I need you to make sure he knows that." I said I would. He said, "And just show up. Not to replace me. Just so he knows the people who loved me love him too." I said I would. He said, "Good. Now please