The Last Thing He Told Me Novels & Stories

“You can’t do this alone. You never know what Santi can do. He may just be an old man, but I am definitely sure that he is more than what we think he is. And please don’t forget that he was a cop! He may still have a gun!” I tried so hard to persuade him not to follow his mind. Because the Finn I knew is way better than who I am facing right now. But when I looked more deeply into his eyes. I know from that time that Finn officially made up his mind just before he even told me about his idea. “Just do what I said.” The last words he told me, before he turned off the engine of his car.

She chuckled lightly at the memory. “He said, ‘I’m the luckiest man in the world. ‘But you’re just about to die,’ I told him, confused. Then he reached out a hand and brushed my cheek lightly. ‘Yes, but your beautiful face will be the last thing I see before I die, so that makes me the luckiest man in the world.’”

He emphasized the last word before walking away. TBC!

I paused for a moment, my gaze fixed on the ground. I would have gone without informing him but something within me still loved and respected him. Minute the fact that my father told me to tell him, I could have gone without letting him know, but here I was. Because I still loved him and I wanted to talk to him one last time. “Kayla, please stay,” he begged but I didn’t want to. I was done. My mind was made up already. The silence hung heavy in the air before I finally spoke, my voice laced with finality. "No. This is the end. Goodbye."

"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?"

As I walked towards my room, I had one final thing to say. “This is the last time you'll ever tell me, 'Food is ready.'”

“You’re fired.” The words didn’t sink in at first. I just stood there staring at him, wondering if I had heard wrong. But deep down I knew I hadn’t. “Sir please…” I turned to him desperately. “This will be the last time. It will never happen again.” “I know it won’t happen again because there will be no next time.” He barely looked up from his phone. “Get out of my sight now.” No. No. No. This can’t be happening.

“Never forget that.” Black spots clouded my vision. The last thing I saw was my love’s face and the last thing I heard was him yelling Zander’s name. THE END.

“This is just a warning,” Those were his last words and the last thing I heard was the sound of the door slamming shut, as he left me there, all alone, with shame and mortification engulfing me.

He takes a sip before putting the glass on the nightstand, and then his phone gets a text notification. "I remember this day clearly," he mutters beside me. "You texted me saying you wouldn't be home until the next night." I try to ignore the pain in his voice, but it's hard when he whispers, "little did I know it would be the last text I'd ever get from you." We watch as he replies to my last text before going for a shower, and then Christian pauses the video.