You Will Never See This Face Again Novels & Stories

Was this it? Fear ran like ice through my veins. I would not make it; this was it. I would never again see Matt, Rose, Orion, Iris, Brigid, Harriet, Heather, or everyone I cared about. My breathing became labored as the cold realization that I would die in this crystal hit me.

His face looks frozen, and I know it’s something that I won’t be able to unsee. I turn my head to the side and empty my stomach. I continue to heave even after everything has come up. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and realize my face is wet. I look up and let it out. Along with the tears is a long, sorrowful howl. My parents are gone, and I wasn’t even here to help them. I will never see them again, and it’s all his fault. I vow right then and there that Aston will pay with his life.

“I never want to see you again. Ever.” Then he was gone, chasing after Reed and leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of his rejection.

I've missed this face, even if his mind is not behind it. That tanned perfection of a handsome male, the straight dark slash of eyebrows over unfamiliar soulless eyes. His squared jawline, his subtle etch of dimples, even though he's not smiling but scowling instead. Even like this, about to deliver a last blow, I can't hate him. My heart belongs to him and fills with the fresh ache of finally seeing him as his own face once again, after so many days, and I start to softly cry. Resigned to a goodbye and glad that it will be this sight I leave the world with.

"Tsk, look at you. Dressed in rags and carrying that filthy sack. The bank isn't a place for beggars! Don't even think about coming to me for service. You reek. I only deal with high-value clients." The sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts. When I blinked, the first thing I saw was my best friend, Madison Doyle, pinching her nose with a look of utter disgust as she turned away. Outside the glass partition stood an older couple, their faces etched with worry. Despite the humiliation, they held onto their money bag tightly, refusing to leave.

And I follow him into his bathroom, the knowledge that this would be the last time I would ever see him naked dawns on me. I feel sick with the realization that we already shared our last kiss, and we would never, ever, share a kiss again. Fuck.

This is real. Tears started leaking out from beneath the blindfold, soaking into the fabric before even reaching my cheeks properly. I'm never going to see my mum again. The thought terrified me, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep myself from sobbing out loud. I'm never going to see my dad again. I'm never going to see Ethan again. Is this it? Is this how I die? Tied up in the dark somewhere, with strangers deciding what happens to my body?

╭───────────────╮ Unknown: I’ll see you at closing. Don’t make me come find you. ╰───────────────╯

No matter where I look, everything looks the same; black. I replay the last few moments of my life and I remember the pain and the fear. I’m not sure what I did to end up like this, but this is where I am. I replay the blows that my body received and the pain is so real. I look up to the face in front of me, the one who did this to me, but I can’t seem to make out any features. I swear I know who did this to me, but their identity eludes me right now. Well, I guess I have eternity to remember. Besides, what will remembering do for me?

“Never forget that.” Black spots clouded my vision. The last thing I saw was my love’s face and the last thing I heard was him yelling Zander’s name. THE END.