At Journey's End Novels & Stories

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

Only them against the all odds. ....................... ........... ..... THE END

I inhaled his delicious fragrance and closed my eyes, remembering how all of this journey started. THE END

Together. Always together. **THE END**

The silver scar on his chest disappeared. The End appeared at the entrance. It looked at Cassian. You have chosen. Cassian stepped forward. I choose life. The End smiled. Then live. The darkness disappeared. Cassian fell into my arms. I held him tightly. Our daughter ran toward us. Papa! He lifted her. I'm staying. She hugged him. Good. I laughed through my tears. The Beginning watched us. Then it turned toward the horizon. But there is still one final problem.

We are home. THE END

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

all over again. The End.

I felt nothing because the finalized divorce agreement was already sitting in my bag. When I entered the apartment, several road bikes were parked in the entryway. I walked around them and realized that not only had Lauren returned, but Sean and two other teammates were there as well. The laughter stopped the moment they saw me. Lauren frowned at me. “Where did you go? You didn’t answer your phone. Didn’t I say I was coming back?” I kicked off my cycling shoes and slipped into my slippers. “I went to the gym.” “You should have told me anyway. I called twice.”

Anthony watched his daughter die on the spot before his own eyes, and a broken wail wrenched itself from his throat. He seemed to age ten years in an instant, crumpling in on himself, without a shred of strength left to struggle. Gordon closed his eyes, and when he opened them again there was nothing left but indifference.