The Last Thing He Told Me Novels & Stories

“You can keep the shirt, love.” That’s the last thing he says before he turns and strolls out the door. What. The. Hell.

“Can you leave your phone with me?” Those were her final words to him.

I took it and chugged it immediately down. “What is happening now?” I asked him. “We are spending our last night with you now. The elders have given you something to make you strong again. For the last few hours that you have left.” Julian replied. “Shit.” I muttered. My last day in this world. Suddenly, I could remember all I had started that I didn’t do. I didn’t apologize to my ex-best friend after we fell out. I didn’t finish the book I was reading, and I didn’t read the letter my father had left for me before he left.

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

Veronica urged him to shut. "Il mio tempo è finito. Fammi confessare l'ultima parola che voglio dire, io ... io ... L ... io Lo ...( My time is over. Let me confess the last word I want to say, I... I... L.. I Lo... )," He stopped exhaling his last breath, keeping his eyes fixed on her pure hazel eyes. She froze in her place. How can he just leave her? "Deve ancora confessarmi le sue ultime parole ( He yet has to confess his last words to me )" She mumbled as fat tears left the corner of her eyes. She felt her world just got broken into pieces. How dare he leave her again.

It was too late when I felt his warm lips on my forehead. "Good night," he whispered. It was the last thing I heard along with the more evident clicks from cameras somewhere. To be continued...

"This was the last time I'm ever going to touch you." And he left.

' I wanted to add but I'm having now difficulties with speaking because of crying too much. "Even if it would be the last beat, I want you to know that it's for you, Gabriel. I love you." And that's the last thing he said before he finally closed his eyes and there's nothing more to feel in his chest. 'Is this really how it's going to end?' ~to be continued~

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.

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.