The Last Thing He Told Me Amazon Novels & Stories

He strode over towards me, and yet again, I wasn't able to move away. "I think it's time we talk about why I'm really here," he said suddenly. "Agreed," I said curtly, not wanting to give too much away. "I read your book again. I have some notes," "Oh? You do?" I narrowed my eyes at him. That wasn't what I was expecting. "The ending for one, I didn't like it," "What didn't you like about it?" "The last line in the book was; 'you, me, and never us'. That was just so fúcking depressing,"

I felt completely at peace and needed this one last time. He didn’t respond but I knew his answer was yes when he leaned over and kissed my temple with a tattoo burned in it. I scooted my body closer to his and he wrapped an arm around me, his fingers dancing along my bare back. “I going to miss you more than I can explain, Bolton. I know I can survive without you, but I’m not sure I want to.” Those were my last words from my lips before I drifted to sleep. I heard just a faint whisper and knew he meant what he said. “I love you.”

His muscles when he moved, and the way sweat beaded down them. The last time I spoke to him it wasn’t kind. He implied something that insulted me, and I yelled at him. The last words a man who loved me heard me say were in anger. I know I tenderly held him when he was gone, but the last thing he heard me say was not kind. I may never be able to get over that.

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

I handed one to him and had mine in silence. He is still not talking to me much, but things are better than before. After finishing the coffee, I thought he would leave, but he didn’t. “You want to say something?” I asked when he hesitated. He sighed and nodded slowly before reaching into his back pocket. “Today is the last day to pay Aurora’s school f*e.” My eyebrows drew together in confusion as my gaze fell on the card he was holding out to me. I didn’t get it. “I sold my stocks.”

"I'm not telling you what to do with that. I'm just telling you." I thanked her and hung up. I sat in my office and I thought about a man crying over a piece of paper confirming what had never been in question, and I understood that sometimes the thing that breaks a person open is not the revelation but the documentation of what they already knew. He rang the buzzer at seven on the dot. I pressed the intercom. "What did you bring?" I said. "Thai," he said. "From the place on Amsterdam. Your order." He remembered my order.

He stopped and swallowed. When he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper. "You were the last person with her." I stared at him. "What?" "Yesterday. You went to see her. You were there for hours. The staff said you were the last one in her room before she went to sleep." He took a step toward me. "What did you talk about? What did she say to you?" "Nothing. We just...she was tired. She told me about the tests. She asked me to...."

He couldn't rest until she did. Not this time. The last thing she had ever said to him still rang in his ears, shadows of the life before. It had been decades since then, when he had watched her waste away in that bed too large for her starved, sick frame. She hadn't been able to speak toward the end, not one word...except to push him away one last time, damning him forever. "Leave me alone," she had breathed, half-wheezing as her lungs gave out. And that was it. She had faded, growing cold in his arms as he begged her to stay, to come back, to let him make things right again.

Maybe I had ignored every warning because I wanted him too much. Aaron Briggs had always been known for leaving destruction behind him. But I convinced myself I would be different. A tear finally slid down my face before I wiped it away angrily. Then my phone buzzed again. I stared at it for a long moment before finally picking it up. Aaron. Just one message. "We really need to talk. Goodnight, sweetheart." My chest tightened painfully at the last word. And the worst part? Even after everything… I still wanted to answer him.

He dropped it on the table with a smile on his face, and I inputted all of it to the computer before handing it to him, and he received it with a smile. "Thank you." My voice was barely above a whisper. "I look forward to seeing more of your good work here ma'am," I heard him chuckle. "I'm sorry you won't be seeing me again since this is my last day here." I opened my eyes in shock. How the fuck did that even escape my lips?! The part I hated the most was going to come now; there's no escaping it. He turned back to me and his forehead knitted for just a few seconds. "You would no longer be working here after today?"