At Journey's End Novels & Stories

I stumbled home at 4 a.m., soaked and dizzy from a fever, barely keeping myself upright against the bathroom door. At the staircase, I noticed a pair of women's heels. 'Terence brought someone home?' My heart skipped, then settled. It didn't matter. I was leaving him. My feet were blistered, my legs heavy as lead. Steam filled the bathroom, my vision blurring as a tear hit my hand. I remembered meeting Terence in a cold rain years ago.

They organized a farewell gathering at a karaoke bar. At 8:00 pm, Lawrence arrived at Echo Chamber. As soon as he walked into the private room, his eyes immediately spotted Julia and Patrick sitting beside each other.

They had six hours before sunset. The Triad’s countdown had accelerated without announcement, the pressure at the forest’s edge becoming more acute, more present. Elara could feel the moment they decided to stop waiting. Could taste the decision like blood in her mouth. Julian pulled her into the master bedroom, the one with windows that overlooked the gardens. The stone in her chest was glowing so bright now that it cast violet light across the ceiling. “We’re out of time,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.

"A proper dinner. No lab coats." "Deal," I said. She kissed my cheek, then went to collect Adam. I watched her loop her arm through his and tug him toward the car, talking already about the tulips being flown in from the Netherlands. Adam let himself be guided. He opened her door. He walked around to the driver's side. He didn't look back. I stood in the gravel with Endall and watched the black car pull away down the narrow road until the hedgerows swallowed it whole. "Ready?" Endall asked.

It just did. THE END

he says in a soft, gentle voice. Saturn stares at everybody and then looks to Treasure. Apparently they can talk without mindlink or speaking at all because after a few seconds Treasure looks at the rest of us and starts explaining what happened. Once we get the full story from the girls, the ladies take them to the kitchen, so they can go bake cookies that allows us men to talk about what we smelt near the cliff. Parker is the first one to speak up “ am I crazy or did those scents at the cliff smell like aunt Ainsley”

This is our happily ever after. *** THE END ***

And I was finally home. ***THE END***

He burrowed into my lap as if trying to comfort me. I needed to go far, far away from here. I’d take Lucky to Athens, Milan, and the places closest to heaven, where we could watch the northern lights together. As the night deepened, I eventually drifted off, curled up on the couch. Sometime later, I was awakened by a sudden warmth beside me. Randall wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “Nara, why didn’t you save me dinner tonight?” Dinner? Why would I? How many times had I waited for him late into the night, setting out meals made with love, only for them to end up in the trash?

“This ends now.” ***