You Left Me Novels & Stories

Defeated, he lowered his head and signed the papers. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t wait. With the divorce papers in hand, I turned and walked away. Just as he had done to me so many times—leaving without a second thought to run to Anne—I left him with nothing but the sight of my cold, indifferent back.

Juliet Somehow, I was back at the cafe, facing Grace's piercing gaze. After I struggled to hold back from crying, which I had been doing a lot these days, Grace managed to convince me to go back to the cafe with her. “So… how about Naomi and Leah?” I asked, not just because I was trying to shift the conversation from me, but because I was curious about the women I used to call my friends. “Leah left the country to manage her mother's farm a year after graduation”, Grace answered.

I had won the war, but I could not feel any happiness. Ten years of love had turned out to be nothing more than a carefully orchestrated lie. The person I had loved had never truly cared about me. Back home, I locked myself in my room and went through everything connected to Yasmin. Piece by piece, I threw it all into the trash. Finally, I picked up the watch she had smashed. The glass was broken, the hands twisted and tangled. I stared at it, seeing the ridiculous past we had shared reflected in the fragments.

Clive messaged me almost immediately. [What do you mean?] A breakup, obviously. I didn't bother explaining. I blocked every way he could contact me and left that 12-person group chat as well. When I looked up again, I had just arrived outside the apartment complex we had rented off campus together. Clive didn't come back that night. He was probably continuing whatever Danielle and he had been doing before I interrupted them. Thinking that, I started packing. While sorting through my things, I came across a Polaroid photo.

I hope you are okay. Anyway, maybe I'm already in France when you read this. Sorry if I didn't even say goodbye to you. Sorry if I didn't tell you that I will leave you all, that I will leave you. I know that it's okay for you if I left. I know that you will still be happy even I'm gone. But for me? I can't!

Mom is hospitalized for 20 days with a serious illness. My girlfriend, Nicole Davis, works as a doctor at the same hospital. Still, she doesn't visit Mom at all. On the first day, Nicole takes time off to help her childhood friend, Kevin Shaw, move. On the second, Kevin starts interning at the hospital, so Nicole spends the entire day showing him the ropes and taking care of every little thing for him. The third day passes, then the fourth. Mom's room is on the 13th floor, while Nicole works on the 17th. They're only four floors apart, which means a ten-second elevator ride or a two-minute walk down the stairs. Still, 20 days pass without Nicole ever making it down those four floors.

" I was there Sana . I was sitting with the crowd watching you . But you never noticed me and for a minute the thought that you have forgotten me came in but I refused to believe it " He replied while caressing my cheek. "Why were you away for past these months? Why didn't you called to ask about me ? Why didn't you informed me that you will be leaving? Why did you left me Leo ? If you really love me then why ?" I had to leave without a notice because other mafias called in an urgent manner . I couldn't inform you because you weren't Talkin to me and if you had said don't go Leo what would have I done .

“I’m here.” “You’re leaving,” I whispered. The words cracked open fresh pain. “You’re actually leaving me.” His arm tightened. “Not forever.” “It feels like forever.” I turned my face into the crook of his elbow, breathing him in. “You don’t get it. Everyone in my life leaves one way or the other. My mom left before I even knew her. My dad… you know the story. My aunty and her family treated me like trash. And now you.”

As the common saying you'll only know the value of something when it's already gone, I realized I'm in love with you when I started missing you and it's only you I always think about after you left. When you left, you took something from me and I never became the same person again. You did not only take my heart with you, you also took the happiness and my inspiration. I love you, Bea, it's just so bad that it's too late for me to say it, and will never get a chance to show it... Yours truly; ~The Master Now Willing To Be Your Slave

The room is empty. The silence is deafening. I step inside slowly. My eyes scan everything. The bed is untouched and cold. The table, cleared. The window, open. My stomach drops. “She’s gone.” The words barely make it out but they don’t feel real. They can’t be. “She really...” My voice cracks. “She left.” The memory hits like a blade. My own voice, my own words. I told her to leave. I told her to run. I swallow hard, my throat tightening painfully.