The Ones We Leave Behind Novels & Stories

Alicia would return in an urn. … Julian drove to the airport. Alicia kept talking to him, but he barely responded. The despondency in his face told her that his heart and soul were still with Willow. Still, it was enough that she had him with her, albeit only physically. He turned on the radio, which happened to play a sad song called "Is This How We Lose Each Other". The lyrics went like this: "We just brushed past each other. He said nothing when he left. But do the silent ones not cry?

‘Well fuck me, she left’ I thought as I turned to go back to the packhouse. I swiped my hand down my face, that did not go as planned. I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone singing. I didn’t see anyone, so I followed the melody: “Out of the ruins, Out from the wreckage, Can’t make the same mistake this time. We are the children, The last generation, We are the ones they left behind. And I wonder when things are ever gonna change, Living in fear, ‘til nothing else remains. We don’t need another Hero, We don’t need to the way home…” the words to ‘We don’t need another hero’ by Tina Turner floated through the air.

It happened on the last shipment run I ever went on. My boyfriend and my best friend left me behind at the transfer station. I waited there for half an hour before they remembered they were one person short. Lawson called me, impatience all over his voice. "Why didn't you get in the truck?" "We're in a hurry for the celebration dinner tonight. We can't turn around." "Stop making a scene. Figure it out yourself." My mouth opened. No sound came out. Beth's voice carried through the line, clear and grating. "We're all adults here. Why does every little thing have to be handled for her?" "She has to grow up sometime." I listened to all of it and hung up without a word. The old me would have apol

I went to the office again. The handover was basically finished, so I began packing my things. Whatever could be given away, I gave away. Whatever needed to be cleared out, I cleared out. At noon, I treated the coworkers I was close with to lunch. They had all visited me in the hospital. When they heard I was leaving, they had prepared gifts for me. I deliberately chose a fairly expensive, very popular restaurant. Because I knew the owner, I was able to book a private room.

Chris and Collin shouted in unison. I paused for a moment. A sigh escaped my lips. I squeezed out a bitter smile… but I didn’t look back. I disappeared from the hall, leaving behind their cries and broken hearts. End

She opened it up. The box contained all the presents she gave Leonardo. There was a sticky note right on top of the pile of items, and it read, 'This relationship's not big enough for the three of us, so I'm getting off. Have a wonderful life, Ms. Larson. You, too, Mr. Ginger. And say hi to the baby for me.'

his message read, “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened with your husband and your casino. If you don’t mind, my casino is still looking for a professional. If you ever need a change of scenery, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I’ll take care of the rest.” I hadn’t planned on leaving New York entirely. But given the circumstances, it seemed unavoidable. And worst of all, I couldn’t let anyone—especially my mother—know where I was going. Maybe Elias loved me. Maybe my mother cared. But I couldn’t let my happiness—or my life—depend on them anymore. I had to take control back. … I’d be leaving exactly one week from now. Originally, I wanted to leave as soon as possible. But tomorrow was

That night, fireworks for our anniversary lit up the sky above Wildrose Estate. Beneath that starry sky, the place was alive with voices and clinking glasses. But I dragged my suitcase through security and into the boarding gate without looking back. When the plane took off, the seat prepared for me in the Wildrose Estate remained empty.

She was free to spend her free time however she liked. I thought we'd lead a quiet life together for the rest of our lives. Yet, everything changed when Liam returned to Cendria.

Keiran’s POV The room stayed silent after Ronan spoke. Not ordinary silence. Not the silence that came when people were thinking or when pride held tongues hostage. This one was heavier. Final. Like something had been sealed in front of us and every person in the room understood there was no hand strong enough to break it. They were leaving. Ronan and Nyra were leaving for Edenwood that evening. They were going through the broken barrier into the Outlands.