Before We Go Ending Novels & Stories

Not gone. At peace. The End.

At the end of the day, it all ends by his hands. And it is finally over. The extent of that finality, however, does not make itself known until later... much later. Alex joins Emma to watch over Mike and Type. The last of the new gang dissolves in the wind. The day still wears heavy with a cloak of misery, heartbreak and mourning. It hardly feels fair to end it with a celebration after all the death and destruction they has left behind. He says so in quiet words. Emma looks up from where she's hiding her face against Type's chest just enough to snap at him not to be ridiculous.

Resolved. This was the real end of it.

This can’t be him. This can’t be the end. We were happy…we…were…finally—-gonna be a family.

“Nah… he just got something on his mind.” I frowned, glaring at him. He just laughed and winked at me. Did he know something I didn't? The room settled into a comfortable kind of silence after that. The kind where nobody needed to talk, but nobody really stopped thinking either. I took another slow drag, letting the heat spread through my lungs before passing it back. “Y'all good to head back?” Will asked after a while, stretching his arms above his head. “Yeah,” Declan said immediately. “The beach is still popping anyway.”

“This ends now.” ***

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just

And they had zero regrets. **The End.**

Let's end this. ***