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

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out. [Do you want to leave this world?] "Yes." My mom held me tightly. In my dad's horrified stare, she jumped. He lunged forward like a madman, but his hands grabbed nothing but air. My mom's voice was ice cold. "David, goodbye forever." The next second, our bodies were wrapped in a soft glow and disappeared completely before his eyes.

Goodbye. And never again.

I stared at the screen for a while before replying. “I hope you are too.” He never replied. After that, Mike slowly disappeared from my everyday life. There was no dramatic goodbye. No argument. No final conversation. Just silence. Some people don’t really leave because they stop loving us. Sometimes, they leave because they finally realize they no longer have a place to stay. And perhaps, that was okay. Because while someone was quietly leaving my life, someone else was slowly becoming the person I wanted to stay. That night at dinner, however, I noticed something different about Tiar.

But something about pissing him off excited me, and I cursed myself for giving into it as I spoke. "I mean, I don't have it anymore. It's gone. No longer in my possession." "G.O.N.E. Gone."

I hadn’t understood that then. I did now. “She’s gone,” one of the men had said earlier. Soft voice. Careful eyes. Like grief was a wild animal that might turn on him if he spoke too loudly. Gone. Not dead. They never used the word. I gripped the railing until the metal bit into my palms. My body was healed fractures knit, burns faded but something inside me stayed broken, frozen at the moment her light swallowed her whole. I closed my eyes. And there it was again.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

And then I’m gone - turning, vanishing into the night before I do something I’ll regret. Before I do something I’ll never stop wanting.

And I'm leaving tomorrow, what do you say When I'm gone When I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone I got my ticket for the long way round The one with the prettiest of views It's got mountains It's got rivers It's got sights to give you shivers But it sure would be prettier with you When I'm gone When I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.” Just as the song finished, someone flicked the wall lamps on; the sudden bright light caused my eyes to squint at the glare and I turned to

"I'm not letting go. I'm never letting go." Not anymore. Never.

Waiting for a message that's never going to come. From a woman who's already gone.