You Want Her, So It's Goodbye Novels & Stories

Now, standing in front of him, she felt nothing at all. "That was the past," she said. "It doesn't count anymore. You've changed. I've changed. I don't love you now. And I don't want to marry you. I have my own life to live. And you have yours. We were never meant to be in the same world. I've let you go a long time ago, Jack. So let me go too, okay?"

“You want out. You can have it.” Something in his shoulders loosened, then tightened again when she continued. “But I want you to understand what that means. From today, I stop waiting for you to become the man this marriage needed. I stop making room for the possibility that you might still choose to repair what you broke. I stop carrying the quiet hope that the years we spent together might still count for something more than a legal formality.” She drew a slow breath. “In other words… goodbye.” The word hung between them, simple and devastating.

Then, Carl says, “Is there nothing that can make you change your mind?” “Nothing at all.” “Fine then, I’ll find some other way.” “I know you will.” She looks at him sadly, “I wish I didn’t... but... well... I think it’s time for you to leave.” “Goodbye, mother.” She doesn’t answer and he walks away from her. *

“Just would've been a nicer send-off.” I pulled her into a hug that didn't require managing anyone's expectations, didn't need translating or filing away for later use, just two people who actually liked each other saying goodbye without an agenda underneath it. “Call me,” she said into my shoulder. “When it's not political. Just to talk.” “Always.” “And if some Alpha noblewoman is rude to you, punch her metaphorically and tell me about it later.” “Noted.” She let go first, wiping under her eyes fast like she could pretend she hadn't, and waved until my car turned the corner and she disappeared from the mirror. That goodbye cost me nothing to carry. It was the only one that hadn't.

As long as she was gone, Harry would return to me. Yvonne grabbed my hand tightly and shouted, “Aurora, that’s enough! “Look at the photo carefully. That woman is you!”

I didn't even have the energy to say anything. My friend snapped, "Carl, have you completely forgotten the promise you made to treat her right? It's only been a few years, and you've already thrown it all out the window?" Carl didn't even bother arguing. "I've already talked to her. We'll get remarried later. What else does she want? Tell her to come over and wrap up the divorce. Wendy's done waiting." My friend stared at the phone in disbelief, about to yell, but Carl had already hung up.

My girlfriend, Piper Wolfe, and her childhood best friend, Cole Carter, could physically feel each other's pain and sensations—or so she claimed. We were in the middle of a heavy make-out session when she suddenly shoved my shoulders, almost throwing me off the bed, and pulled out her phone to dial Cole. "Cole! It’s ten at night, why are you chugging ice-cold beer? If you don’t care about your stomach, at least think about mine!" Cole’s voice muffled through the speaker. "You don’t get to judge me! Tell your boyfriend to go easy on the kissing. My lips are burning! If you keep this up, I’m just gonna find someone else to kiss!" Piper’s chest heaved. Her voice spiked with panic. "Don't

Her face twisted with rage, but William chimed in coldly, "Pamela, don't stoop to his level. Once we finish this project, we'll soar. Destroying him will be easy." I shrugged and laughed. "Is that so? We shall see, then." With that, I grabbed Lauren and walked away. "Hey, has your ex-wife always had such poor taste in people?" Lauren asked, puzzled. I took a deep breath and nodded. "Probably. I have no idea when she's become this blind. But whatever. Let's not talk about her anymore." Even though we had reached an agreement with Ethan that night, it wasn't going to be easy to take those plots of land quickly.

“You can't make me be the one. I'm not staying. I hate humans. And I can't stand to be around you.” She turns to leave, and even after all she said, I don't want to see her go. I just want things to go back to how they were. I don't know how they've changed so quickly, and I don't know how to get them back. I don't think I can. “Goodbye,” I say quietly. “I love you.” “Goodbye,” She whispers. “At least for a little while, I did love you too.” She turns to go and the whole world turns dark. Then, she’s gone. She runs into the woods and the trees swallow her whole.

"I've said everything I needed to say." "The rest..." I looked into her eyes. "...belongs to you." A tear slipped down her cheek. She stepped closer. She placed her hand gently over mine. Not as a promise. Not as a goodbye. Simply, as gratitude. Then she let go. Without another word she walked slowly through the garden. Past the roses. Past the lavender. Past the life we had once dreamed of together. I didn't stop her. I didn't call her name. I simply watched the woman I loved walk away.