End Of Parizad の小説・ストーリー

His gaze was shocked—he hadn't realized it was me he'd pushed. But his attention was fleeting. He turned away after a brief pause and jumped into his car, speeding off. The roar of the engine was deafening, and the thick exhaust fumes choked me until my nose prickled. I watched as the red Porsche vanished into the distance. Then, I slowly closed my eyes. … When I woke again, my stomach was flat. The heartbeat was gone. I'd already decided not to keep the child, so why did losing it still hurt so much?

But in the end, it was their decision, and we had no choice but to accept it. There were never any huge fights or cheating scandals between them as far as I knew. They simply fell out of love. Now Dad lived in Manchester with his girlfriend, handling the Burkhart & Wilson Enterprise branch there while Mom handled things back home. Surprisingly, they still got along well. After the call ended, Maggie and I eventually started driving back. “So you’re really not going to say goodbye to Zai at all?” I asked as I parked in front of her boyfriend's apartment building.

Resolved. This was the real end of it.

There was no turning back now. The End.

She sits up, her eyes clearing. "Are you sure?" "I've never been more sure of anything." I take her hand. "This is how we end it. Not with a trial — with the truth." She stares at me for a long moment. Then she nods. "Okay," she says. "Let's tell the truth." The sun rises over Paris. And everything changes. End of Chapter 111

End of pov TO BE CONTINUED..

Nevertheless, the physical pain couldn't hold a candle to the agony in my heart. Finally, I reached the bottom of the hill. I had just called for a cab when Dominic called. "Evelyn, you gave Irene such a fright that she's getting a panic attack. Get your ass over here and apologize to her at once!" Gripping the umbrella that was being whipped around by the roaring wind, I informed him that I was still on the outskirts of the city. Just then, hail began falling from the sky, thumping loudly as the pieces of ice hit the ground.

​Paris was no longer the City of Light. Under the copper-colored sky, it had become a labyrinth of shadows and silence. The Great Reset had hit the European hubs hardest; without the Sterling Ledger to stabilize the power grids and financial markets, the city had slumped into a pre-industrial gloom. The Eiffel Tower stood like a skeletal sentinel over a river Seine that had turned a stagnant, oily black.

He finally had her. THE END