Novel & Cerita Then She Was Gone Book

Zayne had more money than he could ever spend, and Jeremy had received his punishment. It was finally time for me to go. The wind stirred around me. My body grew lighter, dissolving into strands of golden light that began to fade from my fingertips. I turned toward Vera's headstone and slowly knelt before it. "Mom," I whispered. "I'm coming to find you."

"Bella… please, come back…" The truth behind our parents' deaths had come to light. Audrey had paid her price. And slowly, I began to fade. In a haze, I thought I saw our parents waving to me. 'Bobby… it's time for me to go.' … Bobby's POV When I learned Bella had gone overseas to provide aid, it felt like half my soul had vanished. That moment, I understood true panic. The last time I had such a terrible feeling… was the night our parents died.

In the end, the chip that was meant to protect me had become a tool to hurt me. She kneeled on the floor, clutching the pillow I had left behind, crying bitterly. The pillow still carried a faint scent of shampoo, a smell once familiar to her. “I was wrong… I really know I was wrong…” Susie sobbed like a child. “Why didn’t I realize it sooner? Why did I destroy that love with my own hands?” However, the room answered only with her own echo. The person who had once loved her deeply had long gone, leaving with all his scars.

No warmth, no breathing that wasn't his own, no gentle stirring of chaos magic that had become as familiar as his own heartbeat. Gone. The word hit him like physical blow, like void-enhanced weapon cutting through defenses he hadn't known he'd lowered. She was gone. Not in the washroom, not on the balcony, not somewhere within reach—gone with completeness that made the chamber feel like tomb. Gone, and the bed is cold. How long has she been gone? How long have I been sleeping alone while she... while she...

“You don’t need to know that. But things you need to know will be found out by you very soon.” The temperature in the room seemed to drop and my fingers twitched by my side as I started feeling cold. “I-“ Before I could get any more words out and before I could ask her for answers to the question in my head… She disappeared. Vanished. Just like she had never been there. A soft gasp escaped my lips and I reached out instinctively, refusing to believe that she was gone but my hand was met with nothing but air. She was gone. “What the fuck?” Skylar said, cursing under her breath.

I stepped closer, lifted the book slightly to get her attention, ready to ask what it was and why it reacted the way it did when I touched it and if she can open it. I never got the chance. One second she was right there in front of me, solid and present, and the next her expression changed completely, her body went rigid, and she said Jayden is in trouble and he needs me like it was a fact and not a fear. Then she vanished. No warning. No spell circle. No lingering trace. Just gone.

I had not expected her to react like this upon hearing about my death. But what did it matter? It could not bring me back. Mason's assistant stood off to the side, completely at a loss. Vega was the one funding everything, and no one could afford to offend her. … By the time Vega left the police station, her legs were too weak to support her. My body had been so soaked by seawater that it was barely recognizable. The police said the killer had already been found. The beach was usually deserted. This time, I had only been discovered because a couple had gone there on a date.

I roared, loud enough to tear my throat. For one horrible heartbeat, she reached for the edge— And the darkness swallowed her whole. The pit slammed shut with a thunderous BOOM. And just like that— She was gone.

She was gone. I knew it the second I walked into my cabin that morning. The bed was too perfectly made not a wrinkle in sight. The air carried only the faintest trace of her scent, like she’d been gone long enough for it to start fading. And then there was the hoodie my favorite damn hoodie that she never went anywhere without. Gone. Just like her. The letter had been on the nightstand, folded neatly. Her handwriting sharp but slightly hurried, stared back at me. “I’m leaving for good. Whatever your endgame is, I don’t want to be part of it. I’ve tried, but this is too messy. I hope your beautiful mate gives you everything you deserve.

“She wanted us to know she was gone. But she didn’t want us to chase her. She left the phone so we wouldn’t panic. The journal so we’d understand. She didn’t run. She left. There’s a difference.” Margaret’s breath caught. And just like that, the last thread of denial snapped. This wasn’t a prank. It wasn’t a test. It wasn’t a mistake. It was real. Sophia was gone. And she had done it with purpose. With pain. With love. Margaret turned away, pressing a hand to her mouth. The kitchen blurred. The walls seemed to close in. She thought of the little girl who used to run into their room during thunderstorms, climbing into their bed, whispering, “I’m scared, Mommy.” She thought of the teenager who