When You’re Gone Novels & Stories

"You've been out of it for a day and a half. They are all gone . " ©KCMmuoe

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 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 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 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 When I'm gone When

I won't let you go. "I will make it so you can't live and can't die."

Pain exploded through my chest like a part of my soul was being ripped away, torn out by the roots and discarded. She was gone.

"Bella… please, come back…" The truth behind our parents' deaths had come to light. Audrey had paid her price. And slowly, I began to fade. In a haze, I thought I saw our parents waving to me. 'Bobby… it's time for me to go.' … Bobby's POV When I learned Bella had gone overseas to provide aid, it felt like half my soul had vanished. That moment, I understood true panic. The last time I had such a terrible feeling… was the night our parents died.

Like they left it. And I disappear.

Fatal Exception Error Unit lies motionless on the floor without breathing and slowly decomposes. Remove evidence of any part you may have played in bringing about this error. Contact police and funeral parlor. Locate will. Since You've Been Gone A Country-and-Western Distillation Since You've Been Gone Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil Since you've been gone Oh well, I'm feelin' like I stuck my hand Inside a blender and turned it on You know...I've been in a buttload of pain

My eyes burned. "Gone."

I was not back in a week. By the time I had handled what needed handling and made it back to the city, she was not at the coffee shop and not at the noodle place and not at her campus address and the number I had for her had been disconnected and the contact who had helped me find her in the first place came back with nothing. Three months later I received a message through a channel I trusted completely. She was gone. That was the word used. Gone. The way it was used when gone meant something specific and permanent, the way it was used when someone wanted you to understand that looking was finished.

The hollow space inside her echoed. He was gone. ---