This Is Me Letting You Go Epub Novels & Stories

“Enough to know she’s dead if Jake finds out.” “Let’s hope Mom keeps it together then,” I grumble. “That bitch isn’t worth having Jake go to prison for murder.” “The baby?” “I told you. The accident was what she did.” “Have you had a check-up since?” “No, but I’m hopeful,” I smile. “My papers are in. It’s official. I’m free to leave. I’ve already bought a house, and my transfer has been approved. I just need to go. I wanted the papers in hand before I left. No room for error, I guess you could say.”

Using my small frame and familiarity with the hill to my advantage, I misled them for over three hours. At last, I reached the edge of the cliff. I gently ran my hand over Dad's clothes, hung them in the bushes, and then looked at the drop in front of me. The steep cliff loomed in the darkness, almost daring me forward. I looked back one last time at the rapidly approaching torches, a smile spreading across my face. Then I leaped off the bottomless cliff. The wind whistled in my ears. I thought I heard Dad's gentle yet firm voice again. "Ben, I'll definitely take you with me and escape this hellhole."

“I also know who she is.” Her gaze flicked to me with something like sympathy. My heartbeat steadily, the anger I felt was giving me a strange sense of clarity. “I am leaving,” I said. Vanessa whirled back. “You are not going anywhere. I will not let you walk out after humiliating my son, my family, and now me. You have done enough damage.” “You have no idea what your son has done,” I replied. “Maybe ask him about his trip. Ask him who he went with.”

Instead, all Lauren received was my farewell letter. It was brief but cold. "Dear Lauren, you tricked me once, so I'm returning the favor. Goodbye forever. Don't look for me or think of me. "Sincerely, Cameron." When she read it, her anger and heartbreak overwhelmed her. She coughed up blood and collapsed on the spot. At that moment, she finally understood what it meant to be given hope, only to be left in despair. … As for me, I erased every trace of myself from San Havilon and removed all contacts. Once on the plane, a sense of finality washed over me. "Goodbye, Lauren."

Text underneath: “She’s okay. We’re okay. Thank you for helping her when I couldn’t. Take care of yourself. - Caleb” He knew, and he was thanking me. I typed back: “Take care of her, both of them. She deserves someone who fights for her. Be that person.” Then I deleted the whole conversation and her number. I deleted everything. Starting over meant letting go completely. The plane took off at 6:47 AM. New York disappeared below the clouds. I closed my eyes and let myself think about her one last time. Then I let her go. She was never really mine to keep. Some love stories are about holding on tight, mine had always been about learning how to let go.

I let go of this dream It was me, not you You promised me forever. Promised you wouldn’t let me go. Not after you worked so hard to get me. You promised you’d only leave for a few months. I understood. I really did. You needed to to achieve your dream. I never faulted you for that. I understood.

The way she clings. Because maybe I know deep down— This won’t last. This moment. This warmth. I’ll have to let it go. Let her go. Tuck all of this away. Eventually.

“What are you doing?” His husky voice sounded out as I reached down to undo the button on my jeans. My heart pounded out of my control as I decided to go through with this. I inhaled sharply and nervously muttered, “I’m letting go.” He titled his head curiously, his light brown eyes drilling into my face as if he was trying to figure out my thoughts, “letting go?” I nodded, “yes. I’m living the life that I didn’t get to live due to my fear. I’m not running anymore so don’t make me feel stupid and strip.” My face heated up.

My stubborn refusal to let go. Even when he ignored me. Even when he humiliated me. Even when it became painfully clear I was the only one still trying. But now… I had finally let go. “I’ve finally let go of my obsession,” I continued softly. My thumb brushed the back of her hand. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. A faint smile lifted my lips. “I’m not wallowing in sorrow.” The machines continued their steady rhythm. The room remained silent, except for the hum of life-sustaining equipment.

My parents died when I was young, so I grew up by my aunt’s side. What she did not know was that I had been secretly dating her best friend, Yvette, for three years. One night, after Yvette had too much to drink, she looked at me with her hazy eyes. “You should be with someone closer to your own age. How about I find someone for you?” I looked at her deeply and nodded. “Sure.” In my previous life, I refused. I even bravely proclaimed to the entire world that I loved her. Under pressure from her family, Yvette had no choice but to marry me. However, after we were married, she became almost completely indifferent toward me. Even on the day I underwent a heart transplant, Yvette was off s