When I'm Gone I'm Never Really Gone Novels & Stories

Carmen cried, clutching her blouse. "Let's get a divorce," Dax mumbled, sluggishly resting back on the couch as he covered his face with his palm. Then he took a deep breath and softly said, "If you love someone, set them free," Sliding his hand down from his face, he gazed at Carmen and said, "And if they come back, they are yours. But you are not going to come back, right?" When Carmen didn't answer, Dax stood from the couch. Then he walked to her, stop, and softly uttered, "If they don't come back, they were never yours. I guess, you were never mine."

I can’t. I never even got to say goodbye. And now, they’re gone.

I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again

His massive figure loomed over me as he bowed his head. It was hard to believe that such a massive and powerful wolf was merely a Beta in the Southern Woodlands. Alas, such was the mysterious Frostfang pack, my real home. With Jax in my arms, I climbed onto Noah's back. He sprinted off, disappearing into the night. I turned around and looked at where I'd lived for the last three years. Then, I tossed my phone into a lake. This was farewell for good, Theo.

” Declan says And I sigh. We have to realize the possibility she is dead. I have lost her forever. I regret taking her away from her family and causing her this pain, if I could take it back I would. Drowning the last whiskey in my glass I get up. My wolf and I need to go for a run. ”where are you going?” Cannons ask ” I need to go for a run,” I say and walk out of my office. ” we will come with you,” Declan says.

Then he was gone, disappearing down the hall like he had never been there, leaving me alone, trembling, and more aware than ever that my carefully constructed walls were beginning to crack. And in the quiet, one thought lingered, dangerous and undeniable: This isn’t hate anymore. Not entirely. And once the walls fall… nothing will ever be the same.

"Pause nothing! My daughter is missing—five days now! She's never suffered a day in her life. Move Claire to the backup room immediately and begin the third extraction!" Father's fury silenced him. The doctor barked orders to two assistants, who hauled me from the cold metal chair. As they half-carried me down the hallway, my consciousness spiraled into blackness. Icy water seemed to rise around me. I screamed, "Help me!" but no sound escaped. Each breath became a struggle. The last thing I heard was the slam of the backup room door, then fading footsteps. As life slipped away, I found myself utterly alone, accompanied by nothing but the endless darkness. It felt just like—death.

You can beg, plead, do whatever you want—but it's never coming back. Her voice was soft as if it might disappear with the next breeze. Noah felt her slipping away from him. He reached, desperate to hold onto something—anything. "If I can find proof that I really do love you... will you give me one more chance?" Justine let out a quiet laugh and raised a brow. "Proof that you love me? Is love something you have to dig up and prove? Noah, give it up. You're never going to change. And even if you do change, it still wouldn't matter. I don't want anything to do with you."

His posture was hesitant and hunched, like a man trying to repent far too late. That's how people are. We only treasure what’s gone. As for some, what they can’t have and what they’ve already lost is always the most precious.

he told me like he never muttered the meanest statement a second ago. I smiled sadly before I got on the motorcycle and he drove away and the whole ride, I was so scared. He was very careless with how he rode the motorcycle. He made me to never want to be on a motorcycle ever again. I was too young to die.