When You’re Gone Novels & Stories

There was no going back now. Maxwell was gone. Forever.

he added checking his phone distressed. I nodded making a face. "Of course it is an emergency and me sleeping outside is not."I told him. "If you ran out of options, you can come to the party. It is a better option than sleeping outside. You will be having fun for once in your life at least."he told me and just like that, he was gone. Was he actually serious? Run out of option he said. I had no options. Alex was my only option and now he was not my option anymore.

I only know he is truly gone when I hear the sound of his motorcycle speeding away. “On my way, T, hang tight.” "What the hell just happened?"

They spoke at the same time, but neither managed to get the word out. Tabitha opened her mouth, only for Koben to press his index finger against her lips. He forced a smile and said, pretending to be relaxed, “I have a class reunion to get to. We can talk when I get back.” Once Koben was gone, Tabitha sat at home in contemplation. Without realizing it, she had grown accustomed to Koben’s presence in the house. If there was ever a day Koben would walk away, she prayed it would come much later.

Christian "What do you mean she's gone, gone where?" A sinking feeling hits my stomach like a rock but I won't let it affect me not until Tom says the words I have a feeling he's going to. He stands from the table finishing his beer in one swift mouthful before heading for the fridge and pulling out two more and passing me one.

It seemed he still couldn’t accept that Oprah had indeed left this world. Until one night, Burgess couldn't sleep anymore; he had perhaps slept too much. He covered the urn with a blanket, got out of bed, and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting one cigarette after another. He seemed to see Oprah again. He blew out smoke rings and muttered, "Oprah, you better not let me find you!" The cigarette only made him more awake, as if every cell in his body reminded him that Oprah had passed away, leaving only an urn behind.

Connor would rot away the rest of his blind life in prison. I knew I had only moments left before I had to leave him, so I whispered in his ear, "I hope that in my next life, I will never meet someone like you again." I watched as a tear slid down his cheek. Perhaps he had heard me or could sense my presence somehow. No matter. None of that mattered anymore. I could finally move on.

The open window on the far wall. She was gone. They were both gone. "NO!"

He was gone. Fuck.

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