Then She Was Gone Book Summary Novels & Stories

With that, she turned and walked away, her silhouette looking lonely and forsaken. After handling Grandma’s funeral, I left that hometown behind—a place filled with a lot of bittersweet memories. Without any hesitation, I boarded a plane to a southern town where it was warm all year-round. Down there, the flowers bloomed all year round, and the sunshine was blissfully warm.

From now on, I'll truly make it up to both of you. I shook my head a little. Mom, there is no 'from now on.' Caleb is already dead. But even if I were still alive, she probably would not really make anything up to me. She did not like Caleb. I understood that the moment the truck crushed me and I desperately reached toward the direction she had driven away, while she never once looked back. In her heart, Caleb mattered less than Adrian's dog. Maybe it was because I had become a ghost, but I suddenly felt so cold that I shivered.

In her despair, she even slammed her head against the wall, yet nothing could stop Sarah from terminating the pregnancy. I don’t know if Sarah ever found peace, but judging by the way she hated the Zieglers, I doubt it. As for me, I had let go. No matter what had happened in the past, I wanted to live fully in the present and cherish the person before me. All I wanted now was to spend every day with Summer, waiting for our little princess or prince to arrive.

"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.

And with that, she was gone. (Epilogue coming soon!)

“I thought she would just be gone for a few days, then reappear again. Maybe she’s just tying some tricks to trick me into thinking that she’s gone, but… It’s been months, and there’s still no signs of her going back… Is she really gone for good? She's not coming back for me?” It was words from a drunk person, but Sheryl was struck dumbed by it. No need to say, this made her angry. She tried searching for Althea again, but who could have thought that Althea suddenly vanished like a smoke?! She tried tracking her, but everything regarding her was shrouded by a dense fog of smoke!

There was no reply I could give that would make sense. Gone, he was simply… gone. No trace. Not even a scent on the air or a print on the ground. No warmth lingering where he had been. Just that single line, blazing softly, and the faint hum in the atmosphere, as if reality had been stretched too far. The Seer was still crouched near the fire, her eyes glassy, her body trembling. She rocked in place, whispering sounds without meaning. I dropped beside her, gripping her thin shoulders, desperate for something,anything. “Tell me what happened, I need to know, tell me now....”

My body trembled with the truth before I could even say it out loud. She was gone. The child who believed I was made of stars, not scars. The one who laughed when everyone else whispered. The one who curled up against me at night like I was her shield from the monsters outside. Now *she* was gone—and I didn’t know where she went. Or who took her. Or why the world suddenly felt like it was tilting off its axis. I turned slowly toward her door, praying—pleading—for it to open. For her tiny face to peek out, sleepy and annoyed that I had woken her.

Omega Tristan The infirmary bed was empty. For a heartbeat, Tristan’s mind went white, the air rushing from his lungs as though he had been struck in the chest. He gripped the bed frame hard enough that the wood creaked under his palm. “She’s gone,” he whispered, voice ragged. Gone? Thorne’s roar thundered in his head. You drove her off, Tristan! She was ours, and you tied her like prey. You doubted her, and now she’s gone!

“It’s the truth.” Her eyes glassed over again, but this time there was something else behind the hurt. Fear. Real fear. Because the ground was shifting under her feet and she could feel it. “Elena is gone,” she said suddenly, like she was trying to anchor herself with certainty. “She’s gone and she’s never coming back.” My jaw tightened. “We got what we wanted,” she continued, faster now, like she needed the words to solidify reality. “She’s out of the way. That was the whole point. So why are you acting like—”