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

-------------------------------------- WHEN YOU'RE GONE by AVRIL LAVIGNE -------------------------------- I always needed time on my own I never thought I'd Need you there when I cry And the days feel like years when I'm alone And the bed where you lie Is made up on your side When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missin' you When you're gone The face I came to know is missin', too When you're gone The words I need to hear

Clapping excitedly, she urged, "Daddy, let's go! I can't wait to go to the amusement park. I want to take lots of pictures and put them in the frame next to my bed!" A jolt of pain shot through my chest. I'd carried these pups for months and nearly died during labor, but as they left, the last bit of attachment I had toward them vanished. Later, I cleared out all my belongings in the villa, then dragged my suitcase downstairs. "Luna Aria, are you heading out?" Bill asked. I nodded. "I'm leaving. Remind Ethan to sign the agreement. And also, stop calling me 'Luna Aria'."

A raw, inexpressible pain surged within his chest, sharp and unrelenting. "So, does that mean we can't even be friends?" "What do you expect? You think I would ever call the person who killed my daughter a friend? Never! I never want to see you again, Zeke! You disgust me!" Without another word, Lily climbed into the car. Zeke stood frozen and stunned. His thoughts were scattered and elusive. His gaze drifted upward, where dark clouds had begun to gather, heralding the coming rain. Everything between them had ended, without hope for mending.

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

But he never understood. My fear of that villa stemmed only from respect for the dead and a deep-rooted fear of his love-turned-hatred. The cold shoulder, the countless public humiliations—those had left scars that could never be erased. I became silent, withdrawn, cautious. Yet Carter never noticed. Eventually, I stopped hoping for anything more. I gathered my courage and asked, “When are we going to finalize the divorce?” The question enraged him again. He stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and disappeared for several days.

Fortunately, this time, it was me who no longer wanted to wait. On the way home, Griffin asked me, "Gisselle, why didn't Kyson come back with you?" I smiled and casually replied, "He had a sudden assignment, so he went back." "How long will he be gone this time?" he asked. "I don't know." Maybe a month. Maybe forever.

I grabbed his wrist and stared him in the eye, telling him word by word, "Don't come looking for me again. I'm not your son anymore." "You ungrateful bastard! After I raised you all these years! You think you can just cut ties? Not a chance! "You're supposed to raise your sister and take care of me in my old age. That's your duty. That bullshit severance agreement doesn't mean anything legally…" Derek shouted outside my door on purpose, trying to get the neighbors to come out and embarrass me. I didn't care. I wasn't that naive kid who was desperate for a scrap of parental love anymore. They couldn't guilt me into anything. In front of everyone watching, I shut the door and left them outside

The girl who loved the ruin. She's still here. But she's fading. And soon she'll be gone. Just like they are. Gone.

she whispered. The trees didn’t answer. But then—a sound. Low. Steady. A single howl. Not mournful. Not triumphant. Alive. It drifted across the snow-covered hills and coiled through Ironclaw like a forgotten lullaby. Grace closed her eyes. She didn’t howl back. She only whispered, “Goodbye.” Then turned and descended the tower, steps steady, leaving the wind to carry the rest.

I did not want to wake up again. Jaime’s cries faded into the distance. She said she wanted to meet me again in the next life. I never wanted to see her again.