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

And just like that, all my reasons for staying away were long gone Gone and burned to ash. Because there was no goddamn way I was letting her go now. Not ever.

From now on, I'll truly make it up to both of you. I shook my head a little. Mom, there is no 'from now on.' Caleb is already dead. But even if I were still alive, she probably would not really make anything up to me. She did not like Caleb. I understood that the moment the truck crushed me and I desperately reached toward the direction she had driven away, while she never once looked back. In her heart, Caleb mattered less than Adrian's dog. Maybe it was because I had become a ghost, but I suddenly felt so cold that I shivered.

But… Ryan, I was already dying. A bitter smile touched my lips. Too bad. You'll never get the chance to make it up to me. Within 24 hours, the stench of decay will start to drift from the basement no one ever enters. Ella always said she wished I were dead, so no one would compete with her for your love. Now, her wish has come true.

Just like that, I transformed from a mangled body into a box of ashes. After that, she rode the Ferris wheel with my ashes. Then, she buried me beside my sister and changed her gravestone name to Angel. Then, she lost all of her daughters on the day Vanessa was sentenced to death. That day, my mother climbed to a tall building and jumped off. I watched as her blood stained the ground, just as gruesome as when Angel died. Slowly, my soul began to fade away. 'This is goodbye, Mom.'

Alive. I never want to let go.

But in my reality, despair engulfed me, knowing there was no one to whom I could confide my final thoughts. Then, his number caught my eye as I scrolled through W******p. The mysterious man who had helped and teased me in equal measure. Despite his playful nature, there was a genuine kindness in his actions that I couldn't ignore. And with the weight of my diagnosis heavy on my shoulders, I felt an intense desire to meet him before it was too late. Without hesitation, I composed a message and sent it to him: "Thanks to you, I finally broke up with Alfred. Since I’m single again, will you come to meet me tonight?"

Ten minutes later, her text popped up on my phone. [Lincoln, I have to stay with Gurney to meet his parents. I'll definitely visit your mom the next time!] I was not even surprised. In the past two years, I had lost count of how many times I heard that same phrase. 'Next time, for sure'. Missed our anniversary? 'Next time, for sure'. Bailed on visiting my mother? 'Next time, for sure'. Too busy to go get our marriage registered? 'Tomorrow, for sure'.

Something alive. And I was never going back.

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."

She’s the energy I need to function, the oxygen in my lungs, the reason to live. How will I go on without you, my love? I refilled a glass of whiskey and turned on the stereo again. The same CD started playing. I sang along. Somehow, music helped me forget. ♪Never gone, never far In my heart is where you are Always close, every day Every step along the way Even though for now We’ve got to say goodbye. I know you will be forever in my life♪ ~~~ I felt her presence again. Was she here for real? I raised my head, and she was standing right in front of me, outstretching her hand for me to take.