The One I Lost Novels & Stories

I was going to lose myself. 💔

Chapter Ninety-One: Everything I Own Hawkins' POV Imagine the horror I felt when I woke up from a nap and my wife was no longer beside me. It didn't help that I had just a bad dream about losing her. In my dream, she was slowly drifting apart, letting go of my hand and vanishing with the wind. The hardest part was me slowly forgetting about her when she left, and I didn't want that to happen. The thought of forgetting about the Miracle hurt so badly that I wanted to die.

An inexpressible one. ***

Luke smiled widely seeing his beloved sister put on an act, he finally said, “Last night when I lost you in the club, I went for short ONS with a woman, she is awesome.” “And now you can’t forget her?” Luke nodded “What is her name again?” “Steph” “I mean not the nickname Luke, duh!” Lilian protested “I don’t know. She just told me that!” “Ugh….then it will be hard to track her down!” Lilian told him “Nah, all I need another ONS and I will forget her!” He said it and took his phone, calling Liam, his best friend “Hey, bar tonight?” He asked and in seconds, he smiled.

Since she has nothing to do while she has no work, she made herself occupied through writing. Mrs. Johnson was delighted that Harvey has a special place in Sam’s heart. She glanced at the book and saw the title. ‘THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY’ ------------ THE END -----------

3 YEARS AGO "Why me?" "Because you are my last option." "But father –" "But nothing" he thundered and she gasped. "I'm sorry, my dear. But we are about to go bankrupt and we will lose everything including the Greenyork Estate" he held her shoulders tenderly and she looked at him. "I know how much that property means to you but we need this merger" he smiled at her. She closed her eyes and sighed in defeat. Her sigh was a silent mourn for all she had lost and all she was about to lose.

I did not reply. With one arm holding my daughter and the other pulling my suitcase, I walked toward her mother's house. No disappointment remained. No compromise either. Only relief. "Goodbye, Gwyneth," I muttered. This was the last time we would ever see each other. From this moment on, we would have nothing to do with each other. Congratulations on losing me. The next day, I boarded a plane. I knew that once I left, I would never return. At the same time…

The one I truly wanted… The one I was willing to risk everything for… was Nicole. I didn’t know how much longer I could just watch her on a screen. That’s when we heard the explosion a few blocks away.

The room grew impossibly quiet. "I kept wondering what was wrong with me. I changed everything I could. I starved myself. I went to the gym until I almost collapsed. I bought expensive creams, clothes that didn't fit me properly, anything that made me think maybe..." My voice cracked. "...maybe if I changed enough, he'd love me again.” The room fell silent. When I finally dared to look at Zane again, his face had hardened into something I couldn't quite describe.

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"