When You’re Gone Novels & Stories

"No, I do not know her. She's definitely one of my die hard fan!" That was the last thing heard before running off, while holding on to something just to prevent her from falling or breaking down. "How could I expect him to still remember me? I must really think highly of myself to think Stanley would want to have anything to do with me! I freaking left him five years ago without a damn words!" By now, Amelia was walking through the long narrow passage that leads to her way out. She was staggering while walking and at the same time talking to herself which attract some customers stares when she got to the reception.

Before it's gone. And in the morning light, I faded away completely.

"Eat up and be gone in the morning," To be continued...!

"Do not keep me waiting too long, Kayden. You wouldn't want me to waste away." And with that, he was gone.

Still nothing. Then finally— Eli spoke. “…Then what will?” His voice was hoarse. Empty. Not angry. Not loud. Just… gone. Kieran didn’t answer immediately. Because there was no good answer. Eli let out a quiet, broken laugh. “…Exactly.” He leaned his head back against the bed. “…There’s nothing, right?” Silence. “…She’s just… gone.” That word— Gone It didn’t sit right in his mouth.

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'."

--- Ethan’s form flickered. --- Fading. --- Pulling away. --- Choosing distance. --- Choosing isolation. --- Choosing to leave. --- And just before he disappeared completely— --- He spoke one last time. --- “I’ll come back.” --- A pause. --- “When it’s safe.” --- Then— --- He was gone. --- Completely. --- The connection didn’t snap. --- It didn’t shatter. --- It simply… --- Went quiet. --- The entity pulsed faintly beside her. --- Uncertain.

How about me? When you're gone When you left me behind When I found out that I'm not in your arms When I found no trace of you around When I felt so sad and all I can do is to cry What are you doing? Why are you leaving? Why do you always say sorry? How about my feelings? How about me? When you're gone When you left me behind When I found out that I'm not in your arms When I found no trace of you around When I felt so sad and all I can do is to cry

That life was gone. Forever.

So sad but true, for me, there's only you Been crying since the day, the day you went away. `I remember date and time, December twenty-fifth, Sunday twenty-five after nine in the doorway with your case no longer shouting at each other, there were tears on our faces, and we were letting go of something special. Why do we ever know what we've got 'til it's gone? How could I carry on? the day you went away 'cause I've been missing you so much I have to say been crying since the day