The Last Thing He Told Me Novels & Stories

His adversary, probably. I nodded, even though my head hurt and my nose and eyes burned with tears. “Yes. But…” He lifted one eyebrow and waited for me to continue. I did not know what to say. “Yes?” he asked at last. “One last kiss,” I whispered. “I will not tell anyone. You know I would never tell.” He looked like he was thinking about it, then lowered his head toward me. “One kiss,” he whispered, his body pressing against mine. “One last measly, stupid kiss. And do not you dare come back asking for more.”

"That's a nice change. What happened?" "I saw Mia last night." I said it easily, without thinking twice, the way you tell a good friend good news because it doesn't occur to you not to. "We talked. Actually talked, for once, no yelling, no accusations. It was good, Claire. It felt real, for the first time in months."

Those were the last words I heard. *********

So the last words he’ll never hear from me was simply, “I’ll see you there.”

I said, and I was being helped away, and he gave a broad smile. “I just hope you wake up tomorrow and forget it all.” Those were the last words I heard before everything turned dark. What should I forget??

She pleads with me and my heart breaks because Lord knows that if I could do this for her I would. I finally look at my dad, he looks so at peace and I'm pretty sure he is at peace, reunited with my mom. He knew, I don't know how but he knew, that's what last night was all about, him telling us that he loved us and he was proud of us, I'm just happy that I said it back and those were my last words to him. The door opens and I look up to find Beta Cole and the nurse walk back into the room and she locks the door behind her.

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.”

"I love you, Nieva... Remember that... I love you so fucking much..." Those were his last words before I heard the gunshot.

He drew closer to me and I couldn't stop screaming even before I could feel any pain. “Please don't do it, I swear I'll tell you whatever you wanna know!” I continued. “Sure you've got no other option!” My breath was unsteady and I hoped I wouldn't die of a heart attack. “You were the last person one of my men had spoken to before he went missing,” He began and I took a painful gulp of my saliva.

That was a sign of the system's punishment, or the beginning of the countdown until his brain shut down. "Gina…" He leaned on my shoulder weakly. His voice was barely a whisper now. "My head hurts. I can't even see you clearly now… I'm sorry I messed up. This was the last thing I could do for you, but I failed."