End Of The Truman Show Novels & Stories

He kept repeating his apology until his final breath escaped him. Tristan died wallowing in regret without ever receiving forgiveness for his actions. When Mrs. Scott found out Tristan was gone, she grieved so deeply that she fell sick. On the day of Tristan's funeral, she gave me another huge sum of money. "Claudia, thank you for being with Tristan in his final moments. I have nothing much I can give you. Please accept this bit of money from me," Mrs. Scott said before she looked back at the portrait of Tristan and started crying again.

She was theirs, and they were hers. The End

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

They must have sensed my vulnerability since their movements were rough and careless. My suitcase burst open and old clothes scattered everywhere. Among the mess, two cherished photo frames tumbled out. One held a family portrait from when Wynnie and I got engaged. The other was a photo frame of the late orphanage director who had raised me—the only person who had ever shown me kindness. However, before I could even react, Jeff, quick as a flash, stomped down. His expensive custom-made shoes shattered the fragile glass with a sharp crack.

The gate screen flashed QL4032. I nodded and boarded the plane to Frontania. It was December 24th, the day we first met, according to Marvin. No matter the truth of that statement, I chose this day to make sure he would never forget me. I wanted to make sure he'd remember I died because of his stupid prank game, so he'd regret it forever. One second before the crash, I sent Marvin my last text. [For your 100th prank, I'll risk my life to play along!]

There was no turning back now. The End.

Tranny blinked rapidly, breathing slowly. "I understand you very well. But please stop it. Chloe is dead and that fact can never be changed. I know it hurts, but you have to heal and move on" His voice was calm. "Will you do this for me and your mother please?" He made puppy eyes. Tranny bit his lower lip before nodding. "Goodboy" Travis ran his fingers into Trannys hair before pulling him into his embrace. Few minutes later, the plane to Germany took off.

Tristan spoke in his mic with a voice run over by tears, “Yes!” Roth heaved out a sigh of relief as tears of joy streamed down his own face, and he watched Tristan taking off his own headset and pushing open the door of the booth as he stood up. As they made their way towards each other, eager to reach the other first, the number of calls on the screen of the tablet outside the booth took a world breaking toll. THE END. ♤ ♤ ♤ Dear amazing readers&Supporters,

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.”

"When we cleaned up the scene, the only thing we found was a burned shoe. "It was Mrs. Greco's."