Another Word For The End Novels & Stories

Because it's a never ending journey. The end.

It ends with something rarer. Reform remembered.

Not gone. At peace. The End.

It wasn’t just a happy ending—it was a new beginning. **** The end****

We are finally together again… The END.

Not even in death. The End.

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

Just— End. Finally. Really. Coming.

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

I answer, opening my eyes. “I have a week of vacation in late October. I forgot about it.” “How do you forget about vacation?” “I scheduled it at the beginning of the year. We should do something.” That perks me up. “Like what?” “Go somewhere. Just the two of us. Are you able to get off work?” “It’s a month away, so it shouldn’t be a problem. I don’t take vacations often either. We could go on a babymoon.” “Babymoon?” “It’s a word that basically means a couple goes on vacation before the baby is born. A last hurrah, if you will.”