At Journey's End Novels & Stories

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

Seraphina stood behind him and clenched her fists in anger. Aidan slowly turned around and walked toward somewhere. The video stopped there. However, I could already predict what he was going to do. Aidan would apologize to her, and then they would reconcile and continue their disgusting relationship. After I ended the video, I sent a text message to that colleague. I thanked her and wished her all the best in her future endeavors. After three days in this foreign country, I started familiarizing myself with my surroundings. Just when I was about to head out, I received a call from an unknown number.

It would be good for you guys to get to know each other. To my surprise, Cyrus had sent me a few apologetic messages too. However, he had yet to go home, so he still thought I was joking about leaving the country. I blocked his number and replied to Charlotte. [Okay, I'm almost there.] After leaving the plane, I dragged my luggage into the arrival hall. A slight breeze blew past my face. There was a faint floral scent in the air. I took a deep breath, trying to blow away all the clouds of my past.

She and Grayson hadn’t started this journey together, but she wanted to be there at the end of it. They finally reached the crest of the stairs in which Amber had felt was the longest climb of her fucking life. She squeezed past Tito’s large frame to get beside Grayson. Looked down at her billionaire afraid of what she would find. He was still breathing, nestled in the sheet they’d used to get him up the stairs, but both eyes were closed. She touched his swollen, blackened cheek softly. “?” she spoke his name like a plea. That eye opened and those stitched lips formed into a painful smile.

I didn't want to spend time twisting and turning on every knob else I may just attract someone and instead of killing just one person I may end up killing everyone present here. Taking a courageous step I decided to check the door at the end of the hallway and luckily i was at the right spot. His lights were on and he was no where to be seen. My eyes caught a shelf at the end of the room where he dad the pictures of his family hanging and I went up to have a look but before I could he was out of what I think was his closet.

For a brief moment, I could almost see the younger Suzanna smiling at me again, clean and bright like the rising sun. Then the loud cry of a newborn rang through the room, followed by tears and joyful laughter, and the fading image disappeared. I lowered my head and looked at my gentle wife and my beautiful son. Slowly, a relieved smile appeared on my face. At last, it was time for me to let go.

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."

“They are more.” The End.

She reached for his hand and held it one last time. “Thank you,” she said. “For showing me love doesn’t have to be painful.” He smiled, small and sad. “And thank you for showing me what real heartbreak feels like.” Atlas watched from across the street. He didn’t walk up. Didn’t knock. He simply stood there, rain falling around him again, as Lily turned off the lights inside and leaned against the glass… Eyes closed, chest rising and falling. They were both there. Close. But not quite together.

As ready as we've ever been. THE END