Until She Left Novels & Stories

She muttered with a tone of finality and left before I could protest. As she drew farther away, the light grew dimmer and dimmer until darkness reigned supreme once again. I sighed as I got used to my solitude once more.

She said with a laugh that barely reached her heart. "This is what she would get until she stays away from Gabriel," she concluded and started leaving.

I wanted to change the topic. “She left.” I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean by she left?” “She said she was going to be back soon, something about visiting her sister or so.” I finally understood what she meant and I nodded. “It’s fine. Get out. I want to be alone.”

"Leaving where?" I met her gaze, holding it, making sure she understood. "To end this game once and for all." And then I walked out. Leaving her standing there, breathless, knowing she had already lost—because she was still here.

Then suddenly— She pulled away. Told me to leave. This time, there was no hesitation in her voice. And I understood. Whatever had softened physically meant nothing. She had changed. Truly changed. So I left. And the silence behind me felt heavier than ever.

, they didn't apart us it was you who apart us, you are one who didn't trust me saying all this she walks out from the room leaving everyone in shock

I can never forget the look on her face when I literally asked her to leave. She stayed true to her word and left the mansion before dawn could break properly. I heard her shuffling around in her room and I even watched her leave. I wanted to run to her and apologize for what I said and beg her not to leave but I didn't. I can't do that Cynthia.

I bit my lips, trying not to sob in public. "We'll see…Until then, I'll leave you to experience things, as you wish…You're right, after all. You are not a caged bird. I have no right to dictate how you want to live your life. " she spoke before she finally left. Little did I know, that was our last meeting. Our last communication. Because it's already been a year since I've heard of her. I tried asking her colleagues at work, but no one could tell her whereabouts. Apparently, she left overseas.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow.” She left before she could change her mind, before she could see the look in his eyes that made her think maybe this wasn’t just business for him either. Ninety days left. Or possibly, the beginning of the strangest year of her life.

That wasn’t like her. “Okay,” I said, inclining my head, waiting for her to start talking. “I’m leaving tonight,” she blurted, and my frown only deepened. Leaving? “My house is ready. There’s no point in staying here. I was… I was actually planning to leave a few days ago, but then you got sick, so I decided to stay until you got better.”