This Isn't Goodbye This Is See You Later Novels & Stories

"When we go to hell . . . I'll never see any of them again . . . Let me say goodbye." Adom sighed as he pulled Win closer to him. "Alright."

From the second floor, he shouted, “Where are you going?” Goodbye, Damon. Without me, go ahead and be happy with that vicious she-wolf. I’m looking forward to the moment you see the side of her she’s been hiding. "I, Thalia Emberwood, accept your rejection, Damon Hale." Goodbye, Damon. Without a backward glance, I walked out of the villa.

So it wasn't surprising that he was taken aback. Joshua looked at me affectionately and said, "I miss you, Tiff. Why didn't you wait for me back in the village?" Despite years of not seeing each other, I couldn't help but let out a laugh in disbelief. He was still so shameless. I asked, "Do we know each other? Stop trying to make it seem like we have any connection to each other! I'm warning you—bother me again and I'll call the police on you!"

The gifts probably would not run out until the boy started elementary school. Among them lay a bouquet of white roses. Tucked inside was a card with no name, only five simple words: "Wishing you peace and joy." Nissa quietly picked up the flowers and placed them in a vase after they entered the apartment. She no longer resisted Benjamin's presence. Or rather, she learned to accept everything this world had to offer, Benjamin included. And everyone else. She believed that people are simply fleeting passersby. Instead of resisting life with pain and bitterness, it was better to let go and face it all with peace.

“I already said goodbye.” “No. You said sorry. You said sorry a thousand times. You never said goodbye.” Maya's eyes were soft, the color of hazelnut shells, the same color they had been in life. “I need you to say it. And I need you to mean it. Not as a punishment. As a gift.” Eliana's throat closed. The coffee in her hands trembled, sending ripples across the black surface. “I don't know how to leave you.”

"Dash, see you later." "See you."

"I'm sorry, okay, but I gotta go, we will see later. **** T b c

But now, with this sudden seriousness, Jessica found herself feeling slightly uncomfortable. Still, she knew exactly how she felt. She met his eyes, her expression steady and unwavering. "Nick, I won't start a new relationship. We can be friends. Just for the time I have left." "But I—" She cut him off. "You know my personality. If you keep pushing, we'll only be colleagues, not friends." A flicker of disappointment crossed his face. But he didn't argue. Some things couldn't be rushed. "Alright," he said finally. "I understand."

Goodbye. And never again.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.