The Last Time We Say Goodbye Book Novels & Stories

“Goodbye, Jenna.” “Goodbye, Samiya. We should have the next lesson when you are done with the book and you’ve learned to not just hear, but listen to.”

Aiden inclines his head once, calm and steady as ever. "You're all welcome with us anytime." Mom brightens instantly. "Oh, we'll absolutely visit." Dad chuckles. "Let's give them time to unpack first." Everybody laughs lightly after that, but it feels thinner now somehow. Like we're all starting to realize this is the actual goodbye part. Conversations start fading as people slowly head back toward their cars. Final hugs happen. Last words. Awkward smiles. Then Hunter shuts the SUV trunk. The sound hits me weirdly hard.

She'd already made peace with dying before she ever walked in that day. There was a heavy, final thud, and my mother hit the ground, broken beyond recognition. Strangely, it looked almost exactly like how I'd died. Watching my own mother die right in front of me, I couldn't find any peace in my heart for a long, long time. It was only once I realized my soul had been set free again that I was able to leave that heartbroken place behind. I never wanted her to end this whole mess in a way so final, so without hope, because by then, none of it mattered to me anymore anyway.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

My spirit was growing lighter, fainter, dissolving like morning mist. The debts of this life were settled. I turned and walked into the cycle of rebirth. The wind brushed past the headstone, carrying away the last trace of my presence. Claire. This life is over. We will never meet again.

They hugged one last time before Eleanor picked up her suitcase and headed for the door. “Wait,” Luna called out, stopping her. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye to Mr Beaumont?” Eleanor shook her head. “No. I already said goodbye to him last night. There’s simply nothing left to say.” Luna sighed but didn’t push further. She knew Eleanor had made up her mind. With one last wave, Eleanor walked out of the house, leaving behind the only place she had ever called home in the last two years. — As Eleanor’s cab drove away from the mansion, Nicholas stood by the window in his bedroom, watching her disappear down the road.

When they rushed him to the hospital, the doctor determined he was fighting some serious demons in his mind. No one wanted to give up on Patrick, but Patrick had given up on himself. He slipped away when the coast was clear and bolted from the hospital. He ended it all right there at my grave. Died with that same stupid grin on his face. It made me think of something someone had said long ago: “A traitor’s fate is doom.” Too bad he had to mess up my trip down under. ‘Patrick, why can’t you leave me alone even in death? This is just my bad luck.’

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

His cloudy eyes looked at me, filled with something that felt like regret… or maybe longing. In the end, he did not come over. He only asked a little girl nearby to bring each of us a rose. They were wilted, probably picked out of a trash bin. The girl passed them to us and said, "That man over there asked me to tell you… he's sorry. He's going to die." Thora looked at the rose in her hand and asked me, "Mom… is that Dad? Is he going to die?" The little girl who delivered the message looked confused. "What does 'die' mean?"

Brandon's voice broke as he cried out behind me, "Jocelyn, please don't leave me! I know I messed everything up! Just give me one last chance to make it right… I swear, I'll treat you right…" I let out one last cold laugh and cut him off. "Do you know something? In those three years when you were watching the northern lights with Alanna, it was Dwayne who cleaned me up. "When you were off chasing sunrises in the mountains with her, it was still Dwayne holding me, helping me recover after losing my baby. "So do you understand now? Once some things are broken, they stay broken. There's no fixing them, no forgiveness." Dwayne and I walked away without looking back.