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And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

It was only at this moment—when she was completely isolated and helpless—that she finally realized just how incredibly good I had been to her. Bianca penned a long, rambling suicide note to me, filled with apologies and repentance. Then, she leaped off a bridge, bringing her life to an end.

That was more than enough. The End

Everything to choose ending over erasure. Midnight comes. They forget. The notes remain. Tomorrow they wake up. Read them. Hopefully believe them. Hopefully help. Hopefully make refusing possible when the moment comes. When I'm dying. When the Absolute offers. When I'm desperate. When I choose. Death or erasure. Aurora or nothing. Ending or never-was.

Metal screaming apart. And then… nothing. THE END

They'd just take up space. The End

She was theirs, and they were hers. The End

A dark look in his eyes. ''Here take this,'' he says and extends me his gun. He then takes my hand and puts the gun in his head. ''But let me tell you one thing before you do anything. The moment you kill me, EVERYONE you care about will be dead in that very second. Starting with your precious boyfriend, your past fling, which, by the way, you look at him, doesn't look like it belongs to the past. Your best friend, his pregnant wife. God, I would love to see her crawl while my man rips that baby out of her belly.'' Goosebumps covered my body as soon as these words came out of his mouth. I could feel a pile of vomit gathering in my throat as all my blood ran cold. I couldn't even picture the

Maybe even…dead. ***