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

"I won't let you waste your life on me." He reached out, cradling my face, his touch warm, unbearable. "You're what I need, Leah. Don't you see?" I shut my eyes, letting myself feel it - just for a second - before stepping back. "I'm sorry." His hands fell, empty. "So this is goodbye?" I nodded, the weight settling in. "Yeah. It's better this way." He looked away, defeated. "I don't know if I can take that."

She didn't look at me, only at Grayson, lifting her chin with a brave, understanding smile. "Goodbye. My mom and I are leaving now." The tears I had been holding back finally spilled. I turned quickly, discreetly wiping them away. Grayson grabbed my arm suddenly. "Alicia… she…" His face was full of shock, his pupils contracting as if he had seen something he couldn't comprehend. I seized the moment to pull away, my voice calm but final. "We're leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Ulrich." That was our last goodbye. That day, I took the passports I had prepared long ago, packed our bags, and booked tickets to Furlance. We didn't speak of Grayson again. Alicia even pretended lightly, talking about emailing M

She releases a deep sigh before facing the hunk who has been silent since earlier. "Look, if you don't say anything, I have my final word. Since you're now engaged, I will no longer pursue you anymore. I will completely cut whatever ties you and I have bonded except for business work-related. I-i wish you all the best...really..." she smiles forcefully. "a-and I hope... y-you'll be happy...even without me." She said almost in a whisper while holding back the tears that threatened to stream down her cheek. 'Leaving you is tearful, sad and heart-wrenching even...but I smile because...I know in my heart, you are forever mine. Goodbye...Mort...'

She gasped. “I can’t take it slow.” I hissed. I felt her squeezing me. I was on the verge of losing my shit when she said something that fueled my impending orgasm. “Don’t. Do as you please. You can be rough. I can take it.” “I don’t wanna wear you down.” “Maybe that’s what I want. I want to remember this for the rest of my life, and I want to remind myself what fucking is all about.” I stilled. “So this is a goodbye, then?”

Jared's hand shook as he held onto me, as if letting go would mean losing me for good. "Willow, come with me. Give me one more chance, okay?" I said, frowning, "Jared, there's nothing left between us. Just let it go!" His eyes searched mine, full of desperation. "I know you're still mad. It's because of Elsie, right? I got too close. But if that's what's stopping you, I'll cut her off. Hell, I'll tell her to leave right now!"

How can I spend another minute with someone who doesn't care about another person's feelings? “Goodbye, Lucius. We'll see tomorrow.”

I know you were hoping for something special to happen between us and I feel sad knowing I wouldn't make your dreams possible. I wish you the best of luck with your journal and graduation and all your goals. I really hope you are happy with my decision and that you will find another good girl that you can love and cherish more than me. Take good care of yourself and your family. I heard your parents are separated and I am not mad at you for not telling me. I respect your decisions to keep some things private and I hope you respect my decision to leave you. Please don't bother looking for me in the kiosk, I won't be there. Don't bother looking for me anywhere, I also won't be anywhere. I am

“For all of it. For not being the man you needed. For not fighting for you when it mattered. For showing up now when it’s too late.” “I know you are.” Her voice is softer now but still firm. “But sorry isn’t enough. It never was.” I walk to the elevator, each step feeling like pulling teeth. When I turn back, she’s still standing there, tears on her face, arms wrapped around herself. “For what it’s worth,” I say quietly, “I hope he makes you happy. I'm really happy. The way I never could.” “He does.” She meets my eyes. “Goodbye, Adrian.”

“If that is the case, then I need closure. We need to end this on amicable terms. In that way, I would be able to move on with Zita,” My brows furrowed in confusion. “What closure do you need when we are divorced. Are you messing with me? What do you want from me, Kian,” “I want a Goodbye Sex.”

"Diagnosed with what? What are you saying?" "Those pills were the only reason I could stand up and cook you breakfast," she said, her voice cracking for the first time. "They were the only reason I could dance with you at the gala without screaming. I just wanted to make it to the end of the contract. I just wanted to leave you with one good memory so you wouldn't hate me when I was gone." She looked at the empty toilet bowl, the water still swirling. "But I don't think I’m going to make it to Day 100 now, Arthur," she whispered. "I don't think I'm going to make it at all."