Until I Disappeared Novels & Stories

Then: "You deserve happiness." Truth. Then: "You deserve us." Lie. Immediately. Then Thomas closed his eyes. The illusion cracked. Just slightly. Then he whispered: "They're gone." Silence. Then: "And I miss them every day." The village shook. Then: "But they're gone." The illusion shattered. BOOOOOOOOM! The village disappeared. His parents vanished. The sky cracked. Reality returned. Then Thomas stood atop the tower again. Breathing heavily. The Keeper was no longer smiling.

"Are you sure you want to buy this?" The witch behind the counter didn't take my coins right away. She held the dark glass bottle up to the lamp, and the lamplight caught a thin line of dark red at the bottom. "Once you drink it, the blood oath you made will dissolve bit by bit over 15 days. By the last night, wherever he is, however powerful he is, he'll never be able to use the oath to track you again." I nodded and pushed the money across the counter. Her fingertips stayed on the bottle, and her gaze returned to my face. "I mean the bond will be severed completely. Your memories won't be erased, and the pain won't go away with them. After that, neither of you will be able to sense the oth

I shrugged. He stared at me, frowning “You weren’t listening.” “I was listening to the sound of your voice.” He shook his head. “One day, someone will discover your body in a ditch, and I will be forced to tell the authorities you died exactly the way you lived, being an annoying little—” The room disappeared. It wasn’t gradual but all at once, as if an invisible hand had grabbed the world and pulled it out from beneath me. The sofa vanished, the walls dissolved, the warm glow of the lamps went out, and Allistar’s voice died off in the middle of a word.

After my fiancé ran away with my sister, I became the biggest scandal in New York. Then Roman Vescari—the feared Don of the Vescari crime family—confessed that he had loved me for years. I married him. For five years, Roman treated me like the center of his world. Everyone believed I was the cherished wife of New York's most powerful mafia don. Then I overheard him speaking to his consigliere. "Celeste is Adrian's wife now. Are you really going to spend the rest of your life pretending to love Evelyn?" Roman fell silent. "I married Evelyn. I'll love her and give her everything a Vescari wife deserves. Celeste is in the past." But when Celeste and I fell into a freezing lake, Roman swam past

The storm hit just as our graduation gala ended. The lights went out. Rain swallowed the front steps. In the dark, I called my fiancé, my childhood best friend, and my brother. None of them answered. With seven percent left on my phone, I huddled against the auditorium wall. Then headlights swept across the windows, and I saw my twin sister. My fiancé was carrying her to the car. My best friend held the door while my brother kept her graduation cap and flowers dry beneath his jacket. All three of them had come for her. Not one had remembered me. They remembered the strawberry cream cake she loved, but never my dairy allergy. They helped her study while I figured things out alone. Even my fia

I also couldn't afford the time it would take me to find one. I sunk lower in the bathwater. I blew bubbles out my mouth into the water as I thought. Why was being me so hard? What if I just disappeared? No one would notice. I didn't have Remi here to save me or Angie here to give me a pep talk. And if I just disappeared, no one would be left to save them. I squeezed my eyes shut. Alright.

I nodded and placed the remaining sandwich on the plate. “I’m gonna sleep. Good night, Em.” I went upstairs to wash my face and took a look at my face in the mirror. I looked pale and lifeless. I quickly washed my face and went to bed, wrapping the sheets over my body. It felt so weird to sleep without him. I missed his warmth next to me. I missed everything about him. Why did things have to be this way? Why did I deserve this kind of pain? I started to sob silently. Was he even thinking about me? Are we officially broken up? I looked at the ring on my finger and cried uncontrollably. People were right about heartbreaks. It hurts like a bitch.

I whisper before I get up and walk back to my car. I couldn’t face anyone, so I disappeared for a few days. No phone, no contact with anyone just me in a log cabin by a beautiful lake far away from everything and alone with my thoughts and a couple of bottles of scotch to help ease the pain. Utterly oblivious to the chaos, I left behind me when I disappeared. When I walked into my apartment on the third day, I came face to face with my parents, Sophie and Josh, each looking more wrecked than each other.

My lips trembled, and I whispered, "I love you… but I’m sorry." And then— She disappeared. Like a ghost. Like a dream. Like she was never even there. And it felt like my eyes… closed forever.

My head hung low, bumping against his back as he carried me out of the booth. I heard the sound of the doors creaking, and then… light. Blinding at first, even through the thin fabric. He dropped me hard. My body slammed against something solid and cold. The sack peeled back, and I squinted against the brightness above me. A single bulb, flickering. Buzzing faintly like it hadn’t worked right in years. I blinked, trying to focus. “Please,” I whispered. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll disappear. I swear, you’ll never see me again. I’ll vanish.”