Did They Die At The End Of The Notebook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Apparently almost bleeding to death came with side effects. Personally, I thought he was being dramatic. I took a slow sip of my juice and let my thoughts wander back. Not to the worst parts. I tried not to think about those too often. Whenever I did, I usually ended up staring at a wall for the rest of the day. Just the shape of it all. Everything that happened after that night. Tomaso was dead. Nico killed him in the old courtyard of the Vescari mansion. I only saw part of the fight.

Then they vanished. They were edited. Messed up. Shut down. Still I dug deeper. I need pieces of information. Always pieces. Reports from years ago. Different places.. Same pattern. “Not much blood.. Picked targets. People who survived.” Every file ended the way. They were. Stopped. Not solved.. Hidden. My heart stayed calm.. Something else got tighter. Then I saw it. A name that wasn’t fully erased. “Cassian.” No last name. No where he was from or destination. It was there.

I was too busy looking for the right things that I didn't even register Mia speaking to me. "Well!?" "Ok, ok! Sorry, I was looking for what I was thinking of." I responded, before holding up my notebook on a certain page. On this page was something incredibly simple, but damning to understand that Ceáser hadn't died from a punishment whatsoever. Or at least, I thought it would help understand that truth.

They had sat at the piano in the April Sunday morning — the first composition played, the grief held for nineteen years now given to the air of the apartment, the bones shown, the structure visible. He had thought: the notebooks are now complete. All four compositions are heard. The dark blue notebook fully played. He had thought: the notebook is now on the shelf among the living things. He had looked at the north wall shelf. The dark blue notebook was not on the shelf — it was still on the kitchen table, where it had been since October. He had looked at the table. "The notebook," he had said. Adrian had followed his look. "Yes," Adrian had said.

Dad returned to his room with finality in his tone, refusing to say another word about my brother. But I could not stop thinking about the final message Jason had left behind. I needed to know what he had said before he died. Mom felt the same way. Three days later, Dad came home dead drunk and collapsed unconscious on the bed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mom searched through his clothes and found the suicide note. She unfolded the paper eagerly. Then froze. I watched the expression on her face change dramatically, and panic rose in my chest. "Mom, what exactly did Jason write?"

Flavia had barely come with me this year so I wouldn't be wary of her. And Wade, should I be wary of him too? Inside me there was a great guilt for those two victims, for not getting justice for them, for disappearing them without their families knowing. However I had something the others didn't know, while we were taking the girl out of the trunk there was a small notebook. I took it and tucked it under my school shirt. Maybe there would be some clues in there. When I touched my shirt, I panicked when I couldn't feel the notebook. I had put it here, where the hell is it? Unconsciously I looked at Elder, he raised his hand showing the notebook and without waiting any longer he threw it into

Put his arm around her. Waited. "She's dying," Elena said. "I know." "The doctors won't say it." "They're afraid." "Of what?" He looked at Isabella. "Of being wrong." --- Isabella died on a Tuesday. The same day as Mira. The same hour. The same minute. Elena was holding her hand. Lucien was standing by the door. The sun was setting. The tree was blooming. "She's gone," Elena whispered. No one answered. But somewhere, somehow, she felt Isabella nod.

I was walking toward a future without him for good. … A few months later, Yelena came to see me in Aetherbury and dropped a bombshell. Jolene had actually passed away from cancer, and her funeral had already taken place. "You ought to be careful what you say. Sometimes things have a way of coming true," Yelena said with a sigh. I couldn't agree more. The last time I saw Nathaniel was outside Aetherbury University. The moment I stepped through the gates, I spotted him standing there.

The notebook was already half-consumed by the flames. Caleb was about to rush over, but Finn stopped him. The next moment, the car burst into flames and exploded. The notebook was completely consumed by the inferno. Caleb's eyes were tinged with red, his expression cold as he stared at the blazing car. Charlotte realized that she had been saved and immediately clung to his legs. "Caleb, sob, sob, I almost died." Caleb remained silent, and Finn knew there was a lot in his mind. After all, the truth about his brother's death might have been inside that notebook.