Trying To Leave Something Behind Novels & Stories

Complete. Forever. ~~~~~~ Guys, don't leave without reading the last note. It is important 😊

It was a reminder that growth and change were part of the journey, that each pause was an opportunity to become more than we were before. Before closing the studio, Yam placed two leaves under each bench. One read: “I stayed long enough to trust softness.” The other: “Even when you leave, you’ve left kindness behind.” They were simple messages, yet they carried a profound truth, a reminder that the impact of our presence lingered long after we had gone.

I told myself it was better this way, that distance would make it easier. When I finally packed for my trip, I found the hoodie he’d left at my place. It still smelled like him. I almost threw it into the bag, then stopped. Taking it with me felt like refusing to move on. Leaving it behind felt like erasing him. In the end, I folded it neatly and placed it back in the drawer, pretending that made it easier.

And I wait for it with patient determination. The day comes quietly, almost too quietly. Levi is in the study, buried in work as usual. Greta fusses about Ray in the nursery, making sure he’s comfortable. Jenna is distracted by some task in the kitchen. And I—finally, finally—move without the world noticing. I pack only what I must, leaving nothing behind that will betray my departure. I take one last look around my room, noticing how much of myself has become a part of this house, how strange it will feel to leave it all behind. But I push the thought aside. I am not leaving for me. I am leaving for Ray, and for the life I hope to give him.

Sometimes, leaving is the only way I get to keep my soul. *****

They are to be stuck like glue to her side. Lacey pauses for a moment, trying to think of an easy to understand way to tell two young children that when it comes time to walk away, they might have to walk away from their father, without looking back. Lacey really hopes that it does not come to that because she does not know if she will be able to walk away from the man she loves and to leave him behind. Could she do it? Leave him over this?

“No, it isn’t. You’ve known love and friendship. The where doesn’t fucking matter girl. Those are the important things you take with you. The things that fucking matter. Leave the rest of it behind.” Amber wondered if it really was just as simple as taking the good things with her and leaving the rest of her unwanted baggage behind her. Starting over with only the fucking things that mattered. Taking the pieces of her past which helped make her whole and leaving the ones that tore her down piece by piece. Like her unperfectly- perfect friendship with a rough around the edges hooker. A hooker who had loved Amber when no one else did and had her back when others only seemed to want to put a kn

For the things she couldn't take with her, she scrawled a final note and stuck it to the refrigerator. Thank you for enduring my terrible breakfast for all this time. Whatever I couldn’t take with me, I’m leaving behind. Please throw it away for me, or just let the maid have it. Good luck ka, P’ Wee.

It doesn't mean that when you decide to leave, you will be forever running. Sometimes you just need the time to sort things out, even birds come back. I couldn't tell how long I gazed at his sleeping form before I turned my back. I left without a single word of goodbye. I was scared. I knew that I might not leave if he tried to beg me one more time. I knew that I would give in to him. I badly wanted to stay but I couldn't afford to so. I forced myself to walk out of the house that morning with heavy feet and never looked back again. I willed myself to move on even if it was killing me. Thus, from that day on, my dreams were haunted by his image.

“You’ve had a lot thrown at you. I understand why you’d feel like that. But leaving isn’t always the answer.” When he said that, I finally paused and turned to him with a deep, curious look. “Then what is?” He didn’t answer for a moment. He just stared at me, and then he said, “You’ve built something for yourself there, Savannah. Friends, a life. Are you ready to throw it away?” “I’m not throwing it away,” I said. “I’m stepping out. I want a seat in the business. I want to do something that actually matters.”