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"Sweet, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight" With that, he left. "Goodnight", I responded. Wait, hold up! Is it a date?

I utter sweetly, leaning in to kiss him goodbye on the mouth this time, always aching to have that intimacy with him. “No, just wishing I was part of your evenings plans, baby. I can’t even Skype call this time because I want to get through everything to get back home tomorrow morning. I’m going to miss you, a lot.” He runs a hand down my jaw and ruffles my hair before the obligatory kiss on the forehead and leaves. My goodbye waves are rudely interrupted by the chaos of noise starting for the day in the house, somewhere behind me. I sigh inwardly as the screeching sounds of a power drill and instant hammering over my head start echoing around the emptiness.

’’ ‘’No need , it will be in THE DINER nearby and it's open to anyone, so you won’t need any invites’’ ‘’Well , then see you tomorrow, goodbye , have a great night’’ ‘’Goodbye, you too" After saying goodbye , I got back to my work and finished my shift as fast as I could so I could practice for tomorrow's gig. On that note, I need to decide on an outfit with Justin's help. I finish my shift and leave for home ,sweet home tired and ready to drift into sleep. *-* I woke up the next morning with the anticipation of performing in a bar full of jolly people vibing to my music and new opportunities. Since I have no shift today, had I decided on a slow bath and asked Justin to take some croissants

End. But. Eventually. Guests. Departed. Saying. Goodbyes. Congratulations. Wishes. For. Future. Until. Only. Family. Remained. Sitting. Together. Tired. Happy. Complete. “Best. Night. Ever.” Sienna said. Leaning. Against. Landon. Exhausted. But. Glowing. Still. “Best. Night. So. Far.” Landon corrected. Touching. Her. Stomach. Gently. “We. Have. Many. More. Coming.”

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

But when I woke up, I was still alone, paying for sins I'll never outrun. "Goodbye, Gina. I wish you and Ryan nothing but joy. In the next life, I swear I won't let you down." I shook the envelope, and a necklace fell out. It was the one that held the ashes of our first baby, Jeremy's last tether to the past, but now he had given it to me. Behind me, Ryan called out, asking me to cut the cake. I called back, slipping the letter into my drawer. Then, I fastened the necklace around my neck and walked toward him.

Then she closed her eyes again. This time, she never woke up. She was gone. Nick and Jack handled her final affairs together. They brought her ashes back to her family home, where her parents laid her to rest. As they held their daughter's urn, Mr. and Mrs. Conway wept uncontrollably. That night, Jack and Nick drank together, speaking their hearts out to each other. That same night, Jack had a dream. He saw Jessica walking toward him, dressed in a wedding gown, her smile radiant.

"I should be the one apologizing. You didn't have to be part of this." He shook his head. "I wanted to be." His eyes locked on mine—too intense. I broke away and moved back to Prof. Dalloz. He looked clearer than he had in days. The moment he woke, he lit up. "The Nuv Yorke exhibit—it's the last one. I have to go." I asked Liam. He just nodded. "Let him. If he doesn't go, he'll never be at peace." I texted Liana and Gabriel. The exhibit was in three days. But no flights left. I was stuck.

Took one last look at the man who had unknowingly ruined her for anyone else. Her voice was barely audible. “Goodbye, Johnny.” She didn’t wait for him to wake up. She just opened the door… …and stepped back into the night.

“Then let’s get some sleep. We leave at dawn.” I stared at the packed bag, at the phone lying dark on the bed. Aiden’s last voicemail blinked on the screen but I didn’t play it. Instead, I whispered into the dark, “Goodbye, London,” and closed my eyes.